23°/37°/24°
A slight chance of snow before 1 pm, then a slight chance of rain between 1 pm and 3 pm. Mostly cloudy, with a high near 37. Wind chill values as low as -5. South wind 5 to 15 mph becoming west in the afternoon. Winds could gust as high as 25 mph. Chance of precipitation is 20%
Gene,
Hmmm, I might have a better underwear story but haven't come across it yet. We'll see.
Wow, good mileage or you just know how to stay home.
Skits,
ROTFL over her being horrified that that might happen. I just happen to have one or two more underwear stories.
Awesome seedlings!
Anna,
LOL LOL LOL!! Mine do seem to be smaller on the line.
Pepper,
Holy crap! And I've been a baby about bundling up and going outside.
Ginny,
Love it! Yes, even my laundry has to be organized! I used to alphabetize my spices, but there are so many on a three-tiered holder, that it's now, most used are up front.
Jim
That was a summertime story, altho I used to hang out in all kinds of cold weather. Until I realized I just had to thaw them and throw them in the dryer anyway.
Rj,
I hope she wins the game!
Story Time:
Train
My Dad had a Lionel train set. He nailed the track in a small circle on a piece of plywood, and since we were little, he ran the train. We got to try it, but he was in charge of that, putting them on the track and hooking them together. I remember what it sounded like and the smell of the hot oil.
We may not look like we were having fun, but we liked it.
Difficult roads
My Dove wrapper says:
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.
I know what it's saying, but I like double entendres. This one just won't be risque.
I like difficult roads! They're a dying breed. Sometimes, when you turn onto a dirt road you're between two fields. Or if you're lucky, unplowed land. Growing beside the road in a limited space, which is basically a flat ditch, are usually cottonwood trees, wild shrubs, weeds, and wildflowers. It's where the bluebirds live. These are the bright open roads. You can only use them when it's dry or you leave big ruts.
It's a sin to ruin a dirt road for everyone else.
A road threading thru a timber is different. As you drive past the brambly undergrowth and various shaped trees, there is movement you can't exactly see. It's darker in there. If the sun is low it flashes between the trees, making you shut your eyes for a second. The wind soughs thru the leaves, and if they're pines, they whisper things to you. Scary things!
I look out the truck window and imagine strange creatures that I only catch glimpses of. They're running silently along on two legs, keeping up, but hidden by the trees and I can't look away! They give me the chills if I let myself believe they're real.
I also love the clay road that's all uphill. It's so old, the road is much lower than the sides. It's often rutted from the rain eroding it and sometimes you wonder if you'll make it to the top. It consists of four hills and that is its name. It's directly across from the dirt road.
Up here, the tree roots are exposed and some have holes underneath them. I wonder why they aren't falling over and what might be living in there. It's fascinating to walk along, just looking at what makes it what it is.
It's a whole other world up there with difficulties of its own.
