Badger grabbed her camera and the dog and headed to the backyard.
Lady enjoyed her snowy romp, and Badger got some incredible pictures.
Badger exchanged Lady for Duffy, grabbed me, and we walked down to the farmer's field for Duffy's photo shoot.
He was not as exciting as Lady.
He and Lady are supposed to be the same age, but Lady still has that puppy playfulness and Duffy is a mellow old man.
There was no throwing snow in the air for his photo shoot.
It was mostly him sitting and looking at us like we were crazy.
Then we came back inside.
Badger started cleaning her room, and I settled down at the computer wrapped up to my nose in a blanket.
Cowboy didn't get out of bed until almost noon.
I was worried about him, but I wasn't going to risk checking on him and waking him up.
It was probably 3 a.m. or later before he got to bed.
It was 1 p.m. before Raven got home from work.
He said he worked a 13-hour shift.
He went to bed and didn't stumble back out until 7:30 p.m.
Between the snow and the ice and the cold, where Raven and Cowboy work, they're having issues.
Heron luckily works at the bar and pizzeria.
He's an indoor worker, whereas Raven and Cowboy are indoor and outdoor.
We had a little more than two hours to spend with Cowboy before he had to drag himself back to work.
Once he left, we settled back into our snow day routine, as in, we stayed inside and found ways to keep ourselves busy.
Life isn't very exciting around here in the winter.
Well, it's not very exciting in the spring, summer, and autumn either, but at least we can get outside.
I can complain about the spring rain getting me wet on a walk, or how boiling hot Tennessee is in the summer, or about the geese honking over my house in the fall.
Winter is cold and dull and grey, and this winter it's snowy.
I do have some local news I want to write down so I can remember it.
Jefferson City has declared a state of emergency because they have a significant shortage of water.
Some residents have no water at all, and others only have a trickle.
From what I understand, they're making sure the hospital has access to what usable water there is while not allowing residents to have any.
Heron's girlfriend is in Emergency Medical Services, but not in this county.
She's heard that they've even stopped dialysis until this is resolved.
For us, we shop in Jefferson City, and our usual habit is grabbing a bite to eat from one of the local restaurants.
I'm not sure how this is going to affect that.
You'd think restaurants would have to close.
Someone in the local group said, “Read your Bible, people, all that's happening around us is a sign of the end times.”
I'd like to disagree, but I spent about three years in a strict fundamental church with a strong leaning toward studying Revelation.
It's a little hard to disagree.
With that, I'm heading to bed.
It's well after eleven. Badger went to bed a long time ago, but Heron was still in and out, and I wanted to keep him company.
It looks like Cowboy is working over unless he's mad at me.
If he hasn't called by 10:30 p.m., it's a good sign they're keeping him late.
Oh, and the rain has started.
It started sometime after dark. It's barely above freezing, though, so something tells me that Lady will still have snow to romp in.
2 comments:
I love watching dogs romp in the snow! Cowboy has a tough job. He doesn't get to spend much time at home. Do they know why there isn't water in Jefferson City? How horrible. I was raised without religion. My mother was a non-practicing Catholic and my father an atheist.
Sandra: I love watching dogs play too. Lady really gets into it. She just loves the snow.
My husband does have a tough job, although it has gotten a lot better than it used to be. When my sons were small, they were lucky if they even saw their dad for weeks at a time. He was either at work or asleep.
Jefferson City lost water because the filters at the water treatment plant failed. That cut the output way down, and the tanks dropped. That is why people ended up with low pressure or no water at all.
My mother was not religious and didn’t go to church. I had a great‑aunt, though, who insisted that I go to church with her. Her church was what I like to call a society church — you went to be seen, not to get a good message.
It was not until I was married that we got in with a very Fundamental Baptist church. It was hell and brimstone, women in dresses, and men being the head of the home.
Right now I am an agnostic.
I hope you have a good weekend.
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