ALREADY A PRETTY TOUGH WINTER

I finally worked up the courage to come downstairs to my cellar office and try to knock out a blog. It’s been quite awhile, but this cold cellar office is not conducive to creative writing. The small little Pelonis ceramic heater is having almost no warming effect on my frozen fingers. I don’t normally mind the usually brief, mild winters we have here in Connecticut, but this year’s winter is starting to get me down. Watching TV doesn’t help with half my screen covered with activity cancellations and the rest showing cluttered highway video with all the damn cameras they seem to have hanging on every light pole. Give me something to watch, if I wanted to see snow I only have to look out the window, and since I’m retired with no place to go, those cancellations mean nothing to me. With another storm being predicted for later in the week, this was maybe the year Marge and I should have joined all the Southington “Snowbirds” and headed south.

Marge has worked some magic during all this crappy weather. Our area of the city is notorious for losing power and certainly adds to the misery of winter weather, but not this year. When our illustrious weather men and women begin their rarely accurate predictions, I call them threat of approaching storms Marge springs into action. The nightstands in the bedroom are fully equipped with flashlights and even a battery operated lantern is made available. Boiling hot water is stored in the main thermos although I’m not sure what we would use it for since there are no women around in their ninth month. It’s probably there for a cup of tea……Marge is a tea drinker. Coffee has already been made and occupies another thermos. One more thermos of hot tomato soup is ready in the final thermos. She has not always done this, but every since she started we’ve not lost our power during any of these storms.

My confinement and absence from this desk has created one positive. My recent “Kindle” purchase has resurrected my interest in reading. I was on an extended sabbatical from any serious book reading, but since the Kindle entered my life a few short weeks ago, I’ve read twenty six books, mostly mysteries. Can’t explain why it feels so much more comfortable reading these electronic versions. Am I getting that weak so I can’t even hold books up….lol. I had to add the lol since I’ve vowed to lay off the “getting old” conversations. Another small positive has been our recent purchase of more cable channels on the TV.

The golf channel was one of the new additions and looking at all that green is helping to make our upcoming Myrtle Beach trip more of a reality for me. Almost time to clean the clubs and load the balls to help fill the South Carolina ponds and swamps.

Hate to say this, but I have to quit even before I lose your interest because these fingers are actually getting numb.