Spring is an Illusion

Saying for the Day: One day of snow for picture taking would be more than enough.

Friday I was starting to believe in Global Warming or if not Global Warming at least the possibility of Spring. Now I know it was an illusion and the new Ice Age is about to begin.
Friday the snow was gone. The grass was beginning to look green. My neighbor was raking the yard. I swear I could hear birds sing. The temperature had reached forty degrees. I was coming alive. I had hope that if this wasn’t Spring it soon would be.
Today you can not see the ground or the road that goes past our house. Today we are in a blizzard. I am losing all hope. It will be like Narnia always winter and never Christmas. If the plow doesn’t come soon we won’t get to church this morning. The weather report calls for snow everyday this week. The new Ice Age is upon us. Woe is me . Woe is me.

@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls-the little town in my garage where the trains still run, dragons were seen once, and life goes on as usual.-Mrs. Wilson Mcmorison III had a surprise visitor yesterday. A surprise because the road past her place still wasn’t plowed as the county plow was behind schedule, Besides apart from the occasional Jehovah’s Witness and Mormon almost nobody ever visited her. But here he was. He introduced himself as Fred Alfred Bubster, the son of her grandmother’s sister’s daughter. The daughter that ran off and was never heard from again. It seems she married Joseph L. Bubster the head of Bubster Breweries . They make Bub beer. ”The beer you drink with a buddy.” That’s the beer with the three singing squirrels in the commercial. You know it has the song with the line “ If your not drinking Bub your not drinking bub.” It seems that his mother died when he was very young . She had had too much to drink and fell into the Lion’s cage at the zoo. She didn’t actually fall in . She climbed up and dropped in. She went to shake the lion’s paw . It was in all the local papers . His father remarried and he was raised by a stepmother who was very nice and didn’t drink. Not even Bub beer. This irritated his father because he kept saying “ What will people think if you don’t drink our beer.” So he made up some special bottles just for her to drink in public. Fred , himself had married and had four children. His youngest son was now CEO of Bubster Breweries. Alfred wife died about a year ago. That’s when he decided to try to trace the family tree. He had contacted Mrs. Wilson Mcmorison III last summer. (It caused quite a stir in town at that time) Just when he was going to come he had a slight stroke an ended up in the hospital. Then his doctor wanted him to take it easy so he couldn’t travel. But now he was fine and here he was in Pigeon Falls. All of this, of course, came out over tea and biscuits. Mrs. Mcmorison told him all about her six children all of whom were living in Florida. She told him about her thirty five grandchildren but she couldn’t remember the names of all of them. She had to get the family book and look them up. Fred entered all the information into the Family Tree program on his laptop. She invited him to stay the night but he said he had a room at the Fly Inn and it was already paid for. In addition he needed to get the rental truck back to Eino. This morning she was at the Valley Inn to take him to church and introduce him to her friends.
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Rough day today. We didn't get to church because the announcer said the police wanted people to stay off the roads as the plows were having trouble getting through. Our road wasn't plowed until the afternoon. It was hard breathing and I was on oxygen most of the day. I hope it doesn't mean a change in my condition but just the air pressure with the storm. Played and lost two games of canasta. Pennie won one and Betty won the other. Pennie is out now blowing out the driveway and she hopes it won't fill in over night. I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA