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“And God said, ‘Let there be light’ and there was light, but the Electricity Board said He would have to wait until Thursday to be connected.”

February 5, 2016

I’m beginning to wonder if there isn’t some yet unknown connection between humans and hibernating animals. This morning I first woke up at 8:30. It was pouring and the rain was pounding the roof and windows. It was not inviting so I got comfy again and  went back to sleep with Fern and Gracie as bedmates. Jump forward two hours. I finally stirred and dragged myself out of bed. It was still raining. I ran out for the papers. That’s when I noticed the rain was turning to snow. Little beads of ice were on the grass and the walkway. When I let Gracie out a few minutes later, I saw the ice on the back stairs and immediately threw out the deicer. I don’t want a repeat of last week when Gracie fell.

The prediction is for 4 to 8 inches of wet, heavy snow. It has already covered the lawns, the roads and the tops of the branches. It will snow all day into the evening.

I’m still hooked. Snow demands my attention. I like to watch it fall. I love the world covered in white. All the blemishes disappear.

I just lost my electricity for about five minutes. I didn’t panic. I groaned. I’m thrilled it returned so quickly, but now I have to go around and reset clocks on the appliances. I suppose that a minor complaint compared to the loss of electricity.

My iPad is locked. I forgot my password and tried too many combinations so it locked me out thinking I was an iPad thief. Now I have to go hunting to find out how to get into that infernal machine.

I keep opening the front door to check the amount of snow on the ground. It is falling quickly. The backyard is a winter wonderland. Some branches are already lower to the ground burdening but he wet snow.

It just happened again-the electricity went off for a few minutes. Now I’m getting nervous.

I am a picture straightener, and I want my clocks in sync so I just corrected the ones in the kitchen, a mistake. The electricity just went off for a third time. Now I’m making sure my iPhone is charged, the lantern is here with me and the heat is high for just a bit to warm the house just in case. I am not happy.

“Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness. “

January 15, 2016

It is warmer today than it has been. I didn’t gasp from the cold when I went to get the papers. It is around 40˚  and will even be a bit warmer tomorrow; however, the cold will be back with a vengeance on Tuesday so these warm days are a bit of a gift from fickle Mother Nature. Gracie and I have a few things to do today so I’m glad for the winter warmth.

My heat is forced hot air. I hear the blast when the furnace goes on. When I was growing up, we had forced hot water. I used to love the sound of the radiators. It was comforting in a way. A few years ago I lost electricity because of a winter storm. My house was 37˚ before the heat came back on. I don’t ever remember losing electricity in the winter when I was a kid. I remember we lost it during a hurricane when a tree fell on the wires, but that was in late summer. I never felt inconvenienced. I doubt kids do. Most things become an adventure of sorts. Having to use candles for light and the barbecue for cooking was a kind of camping, but at home with comfy beds and no mosquitos. I thought it was great fun.

I still love adventures. Around here I go for rides down roads I’ve never been on before. I take all lefts or all rights and am always surprised by what I see. I went to Morocco on my own, and that was an adventure. I did all right turns in the souk one day. I loved everything I saw and found. At one point I had no idea where I was, but I didn’t care. I knew I’d eventually find my way. I just had to choose a direction.

I love my life, but sometimes I wish I had more money to travel. I want adventures in places I’ve never been before. I want to get lost.


“No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on the proper occasions.”

March 1, 2015

Yesterday was the longest day. I left home at 8:50 and arrived back at 4:30. I more than doubled the week’s mileage on my car. The festival was fun and time passed quickly. The day started with a parade of flags marching in a line from one building to another. Our destination was the stage where we took turns at the microphone introducing our countries. The best part of the parade was the dragon the Chinese dancers carried. After the introductions, we marched back to the main hall to man our tables. Lots of people stopped at the Peace Corps table, some with questions and others to get a sticker in their passports. Every little kid, and a few adults, carried a passport, and every table provided a sticker for the passport and wrote the name of the table below it, think of it as a visa, and there were prizes at the end of the event for the most stickers. It is a neat idea, the passports, as kids get to visit the different countries’ exhibits and the tables get traffic. My favorite was the Chinese stamp as the table’s name was written in characters. Germany had its own sticker in gold. My favorite table was from India. It had a great elephant lamp with the most colorful shade shaped like an umbrella. The men at the table wore Indian clothes, and I loved the colors. Upstairs was the bazaar, and I bought a few things including cardamom bread from the Finnish table, cheese from Italy and a couple pf stocking stuffers from China. It was, all in all, a good day.

Last night at 9:50 the electricity died. First thing I did was look out the window, and it was the whole neighborhood. Luckily my lantern was right beside the couch. It has been that sort of a winter when keeping a lantern close is a good idea. I turned off the lights, and we all went upstairs to stay warm under the comforters. I had my Smithsonian and my iPad so I was content. I turned on the light above me so I’d be awakened when the electricity came back and then I got cozy and fell asleep. Around 12:30 the light woke me up. Normalcy had been restored so I went back to sleep. This morning I found the TV on as I had forgotten all about it. My phone was blinking because there was a message from the electric company saying it was faulty equipment as if that explained anything.

On the front page of the Globe are two pictures side by side. One is of an Anchorage street with no snow at all and the other is of a street in Boston with mounds of snow along its sides measured in feet and so much snow on the street you’d have to guess what it is. If I could write a sigh you could hear, I would, but I can’t so just imagine a long and loud sigh as you read the next line: snow is coming starting this evening. The prediction is 3-6 inches, a small snow storm as snow storms go, but none of us can’t think of it that way. It is the proverbial last straw. It is the last drop. I’m going to scream, a horrible scream, a frightening scream as if my sanity has left me.

“Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, “I’m going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that’s tough. I am going to snow anyway.””

January 26, 2015

Naming hurricanes is a long time tradition, but now we have to name blizzards. Juno is the one we’re braced for now. As for me, I espouse keeping the snow at a distance. Giving it a name seems to personalize it too much.

We have been told to prepare for the probability of losing electricity. The last time that happened during a snow storm my house got down to 37˚. I can’t think of many more ways to prepare. I have food which doesn’t need to be cooked, and when Gracie and I do a couple of errands, I’m going to add tomatoes and avocados to the larder. Everything is charged though the charges won’t last all that long. I have a lantern but I need a few more batteries. Burning wood to keep warm is almost futile as most of the heat goes right up the chimney though I love the look of a good fire. My father always called a strong and long-lasting flame a Hollywood fire. I still do. The snow won’t start until late this afternoon, and by then we’ll be home, warm for the meantime and the bird feeders will have been filled, my only other chore for the day. I’ll turn up the heat to warm the house as much as I can. It will be tropical for just a bit.

When I was a kid, snow like this was perfect to build forts and caves. The forts had protective walls to keep the snowballs at bay. The caves had rooms, but we used to have to crawl in and out the door. We’d bring something to sit on between us and the snow, and we’d pretend the cave was a house of sorts. I remember bringing my sandwich and having lunch in the dining room of our cave. The best cave we ever made was huge. It was built in the pile left by the plows. We used water to ice the ceiling and walls so they’d be firm and last a long time. Eventually snow melts, but parts of my cave lasted until almost spring. It was the only snow left.

If I don’t post tomorrow, you’ll know why.

“Isn’t ‘not to be bored’ one of the principal goals of life?”

July 7, 2013

It was only a couple of weeks back when I complained about what seemed to be endless days of rain. Now I get to complain about endless days of heat. The weatherman says thunder showers maybe today but probably tomorrow. I’ll keep checking the sky with my fingers crossed.

I get to go out today. Gracie needs biscuits and dog food, and I need ant traps. The buggers found an open box of confectionary sugar and multiplied in numbers gorged on the sugar. I plan on no less than total annihilation.

We lost electricity last night for about two hours. All of the neighborhoods around me were dark. It started around 9:30. I fell asleep on the couch and was jolted awake by the TV when it came back on. I haven’t read the Cape Times yet to find out the reason but overload is a good possibility.

This morning I filled a few of the bird feeders. More of them still need filling and the suet feeder is empty. The deck plants will need water again so I’ll take a deep breath and go out in the heat of the day. I was barefoot at one point on the deck yesterday, and my feet were burning as if I were walking across beach sand.

As if great whites weren’t enough, now Portuguese man o’ wars are being seen close to the beaches on the Vineyard. Lifeguards scooped up around twelve of them. The man o’ wars are weird-looking: purple with what looks like a balloon at the top, and they have quite a sting. They  drift with the current buoyed by the balloon.

This has been a boring few weeks for me. I haven’t seen anybody, and my one trip was to the dump. I am so excited about Agway today. I get to talk to people.

Short post today-being housebound has caused me to be a bit unimaginative. It’s a good thing I’m not going to a cocktail party. I’d have absolutely no patter. “What do you think of the heat?”

“So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown…”

February 11, 2013

The electricity came on at 10:45 this morning, nearly three days since my return to the days of Little House on the Prairie last Friday night. The heat is cranking and the house is now a balmy 47˚. When I woke up this morning, it was 39˚. I am still wearing three pairs of socks, a shirt, sweatshirt with a hood and a really heavy wool sweater, and Gracie is still wearing her coat as well. The mittens helped a little, but my hands were cold the whole time. The worst, though, was my cold nose. The only time it was warm was at night with my face under the covers, a doubled over down comforter and a second doubled over comforter, and I kept my hood up to protect my head.

You could see your breath in my house this morning. Outside was warmer.

The first morning (on Saturday) I heated my coffee from the night before in a pan on the fire. I had two cups, more to get my hands warm than anything else. I kept the fire going all day and had the quilts bundled around me. That day I had hope. There was a lot of hard wood in the cellar which I carried up, falling only once down just three steps. I broke some dishes on a bureau beside the steps and cursed and cried a little, more from frustration than anything else. I was close enough to the fire that I could feel some warmth and Gracie was beside me as was Fern. Poor Maddie meowed every time I went by and patted her and Maddie is never a meower. I read a real book, a Patterson called Zoo, that day as there was no way I was leaving the comforters or the fire except when Gracie wanted out. I was warm sleeping that night bundled as I was with the layers over me.

Sunday morning the house was 44˚. One of my neighbors brought the papers from the driveway to me as she was checking on all the neighbors. I told her I was fine except for coffee, my life’s blood. About an hour later she returned with a cup, and my day was made (such as it was!). I was running out of wood, my phone’s battery was in the red, no dog food left and my car was still stuck in the snow. I was freezing and Fern was so cold she got under the covers and Maddie got up on the couch with the dog, something she never does. I called my sister with an update of my misery. The only shelter which accepts animals was full, and I wasn’t about to leave them so I could go elsewhere. A while later my sister called. She had tried to find a motel which accepted animals but wasn’t lucky then she remembered my nephews. It took three calls to wake them up, but they were more than happy to come over. Amber, my nephew Tim’s girl friend, came and kept me company and brought gifts for me for the two of them. They have just come back from Australia, Bali, Hawaii and San Diego. They were in Australia working for a year and then stayed to tour for another few months. They’ve been gone a year and a half total. They also brought coffee, wood and dog food. They (Mike, my other nephew, and Tim) shoveled out my car and the walk. Amber said she hadn’t ever been in a house so cold. It was still 44˚ when she was here.

Last night was freezing. Gracie, Fern and I shared the couch, but I had to get up a couple of times to rearrange all of us so I’d be comfortable. I couldn’t believe how cold the house felt. Then, as I said, it was 39˚ when I woke up.

The house is 55 balmy degrees right now. I should be sun bathing in the warmth!

If I ever go on vacation, I needn’t worry as there are plenty of pseudo-Kats to write Coffee. I thoroughly enjoyed reading my blog!! I got a few laughs, and have to admit you sounded an awful lot like me!!

Birds are still fine. I filled all the feeders on Friday, and there is still seed in the biggest feeder!

As for the Spawns, I haven’t seen any!

No mice in four days!