Sistah Pat

Woke up to more snow.  They say it’s supposed to warm up tomorrow.  Latest figures I heard were 607,000 without power in Kentucky.  That’s more than the 600,000 last fall when the remnants of Ike went through.  I went to the store yesterday afternoon.  First time I’ve really gone out in the neighborhood and was shocked at some of the damage.  All kinds of trees and powerlines down.  Both ends of our street are blocked off.  One for downed power lines and the other for an entire tree that fell over.  Good thing we have a side street that cuts in so we can take a roundabout way to get out.  Big fat flakes are falling again and I don’t think the trees can take much more.  So far, we have two large branches down in the front yard and two that have broken and are touching the ground but are still partially attached to the tree.  One of them is right beside our power lines and we’re afraid to move it for fear it will break the rest of the way and bring down the lines.  We just keep walking around it to get to the car.  In the back yard, we have a large branch that fell on DH’s shed and made a hole in the roof and another that fell and took out a panel of the fence.  We’re lucky. A broken fence in the front, a hole in the shed, a broken panel in the fence in back, a broken lawn chair.  Still…ever notice how the damage never quite adds up to be enough for an insurance claim but still takes a painful little bite out of the wallet?

Youngest DS is off work.  His boss called and said they’re not going to open back up until Monday.  He took Jake and Scout sledding yesterday afternoon.  Scout wanted me to go but I begged off.  Really!  I’m not prepared for this stuff anymore.  My boots all have high heels and my gloves are soft, supple leather.  Not the kind of gloves you wear for making snowballs.  I don’t even own a tobaggan anymore.  He just couldn’t understand why I didn’t have the kind of clothes I needed to go out and make snow angels and have a snowball fight.  In all honesty, neither did I.  I don’t know when I quit going out in the snow.  Must have been about eight years since I’ve been sledding and I’ve slowly discarded all the heavy duty cold weather gear.  The implications being…what?  Gotta work on that.   Gotta work on a lot of things. 

11:00 - Susan and I have been discussing “Scout Wisdom”.  Since he’s totally full of it, I think I’ll record today’s tidbits throughout the day.

On not eating popcorn on the living room couch:
“If you don’t lay on it and eat popcorn, how do you know you like it?”

12:15 - “Jake, Scout, it’s time for lunch.  What do you want?”
Scout - “French Toast”
Me - “That’s for breakfast.  It’s lunchtime.  We don’t eat french toast for lunch.  How about a hot dog, an apple, and some potato chips?”
Scout - “Why can’t you have french toast for lunch?”
Me- (hmmm…how healthy is a hot dog and potato chips?  Maybe the kid has a point)  “No french toast.  How about some chicken noodle soup, a peanut butter sandwich and an apple.  That’s a lot healthier for you.”
Scout -”Is that because we’re american?”

5:45 - DH - “Hey, Scout, I noticed you were all snuggled up with Nana last night and I was jealous.  How come you didn’t snuggle Papaw?”
Scout - “Because you have pointy hair on your face and it hurts.”
DH - “Pointy hair!  You mean this? (rubbing his chin and 5 o’clock shadow)
Scout - “Yes.  You see like this? (stroking his hand along his chin) This is soft but yours is pointy.”