The Calm Before the Storm

Monday was a picture-perfect late winter day. It was only 27 degrees F. when I woke up, but it was mostly sunny and above freezing by noon. I went home at lunch, after stopping at Westborn to get some apples and head lettuce.

I made and ate a BLT for lunch, along with a cup of that beef vegetable soup.

Needless to say, both morning and afternoon walks were taken outside in the sunshine.

It was 46 degrees F. (according to the car) on the way home after work.

I took the garbage can out to the road and then went inside to treat the cats. I made my usual cup of evening coffee and watched the news (especially the weather). Why? Because we are supposed to get clobbered Tuesday evening, Another storm out on the plains is heading east and this time its not supposed to just give us a glancing blow (like last time). Unless the computer models change (and God I hope they do) we are supposed to get 3-6 or maybe even 8 inches of heavy, wet snow Tuesday night through Wednesday morning…

Sigh…

I was cheered up by the sight of my friend, the possum. Now, he’s been coming around for the last few years, but usually at night. I would notice that the motion-detecting spotlights had come on, I would look out to see who was invading my property and he would waddle into view. But he was out in broad daylight on the weekend and now today. Either he’s getting old and careless (it happens to the best of us) or he’s really hungry.

He checked out the bird feeder for a while and then wandered around the yard. I got a lot of pictures that I need to go through and pick the best one for you.

I called my other friend B___ just to check in. He, too, is just waiting to see what tomorrow brings.

I had leftovers for dinner. I watched one TV show and then went to bed, vowing to make up for Sunday night’s sleep loss.