Temperature On My Back Porch
As soon as the weather forecast starts hinting at snow and ice, we all run to the store and buy milk and bread. Shelves empty out immediately. So you get the picture. We in the South stay home in our pajamas and eat milk and bread all day. We have hot grits and butter and cheese for breakfast, then milk and bread the rest of the day. We wrap up in blankets as if ice cycles are dripping off the ceiling of the great room, and, well, lots of babies are born down here nine months later. Our obstetricians know they cannot take a vacation nine months after a snow or ice storm if you get my drift.
After a few days of this we start getting cabin fever. I already feel batty after being in this mode for almost two days. My hubby walked outside yesterday morning because the sun had melted OUR driveway. Then he stepped on invisible ice when he got to the street and his feet flew out from under him. Within one second he was flat on his back. I was watching from inside. "Oh crap!", I thought. In the South, people who are 'raised right' don't say sh**. I was ready to call 911 and up he popped. He has a bionic back with steel rods and pins holding it together. I guess that was a good thing because he suffered no ill effects. We missed our chance to win America's Funniest Videos. Where is that camera when you need it?
We have a few more days of this coming up. When we had our children growing up at home it was more fun. We were in and out, trying to scrape up enough snow to make snow balls, warming them up with hot chocolate, throwing wet snow clothes in the dryer. We used to put plastic bags around their feet to stay dry because we didn't always have snow boots. It didn't work! Now I find all this housebound behavior a little on the boring side. Oh well, it IS pretty. We ARE warm. That's a lot to be thankful for...and we are.
Is it cold at your house? What are y'all doing to stay sane?