The Ending...

Lucky for me I had a fireman living down the street from me and he was coming home to check on his family. He stopped and picked me up, gave me some of his coffee, a lecture on being stupid, and set me down on my parents' front porch. They were fine, just bundled under tons of blankets. After I thrawed out some I went and got my babies to stay with my parents and me. I still worried about my sis and her boys. We were without electricity for a week. I could see across the lake to the rich people houses and they had lights. Lucky them.
Fifth day out my sister's boyfriend showed up to take me and my sister to get kerosene heaters and maybe get my car. We had to stand in line to get it right off the truck. When we got back the lights were on. Great. Now I'm prepared with said heater, kerosene, food that does not need cooking, and etc stored away just in case we get another weather emergency. Never again will I wait until it's too late to get permission to leave work. I'll just go and my employer and lump it. No job is worth it risking it.

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The Rest Of The Story

In Paul Harvey's words, "Now, for the rest of the story..."
As I said I almost made it home.
There is a very sharp curve at the bottom of a hill just as one turns onto my road. I made it around the curve but as I started up the hill I could not get up it. I was stuck. The man that lived on that curve came out and tried to help me out, but finally we just had to move the car to the side of the road. He had a jeep and said he had just come back from getting his mother-in-law and the road was ok onward. Then he went back into his house without an offer to take me home or allow me to go in and call someone. To this day I still snarl as I pass his house. The world is full of butts. It wasn't even a mile to my home and I was sure I could make it. So I started to walk.
That was an eerie experience.
The world was silent, except for the cruch of snow as I walked and my breathing. Every once in a while a branch would snap under the weight of the snow, sounding like a large animal passing in the woods. After a while I began to wonder if it was an animal. I have seen bears out there. Then there was the electric transformers blowing out with great displays of sparks and loud humming suddenly silenced. With the electricity going out you would think it was getting dark being it was after ten pm. It was not. The clouds overhead had a strange pick glow to them that gave off enough light to see by. It looked as if I were walking through an alien world.
I was beginning to worry about the electricity being down. This was my second winter in my new home and I had just gotten two kittens and was worried they would be freezing. I also was concerned for my elderly parents who lived near me being without heat. My sister also lived nearby and had three young boys. How were they doing? Did my co-workers and friends make it home? I worried about everyone except myself. I would make it. I always came out ok. That is the way I am. I should of been paying more attention to myself. After an hour of walking I was no longer cold and feeling pretty good. Can we say hyperthermia? I was proberly on my way to freezing to death there just within shouting distance of my house.

Let It Snow

It's snowing again. Just flurries, maybe alittle rain and sleet mix. It's been doing this for the past week and the weather channel says it will be doing this for another week. Not really memorial. Every year we seem to get less and less snow around here. I know we got a good snow in 1998, and a few smaller ones that didn't last long after that one. But the snow I remember the most was the Blizzard of 1996. That was a dozy. It shut nearly the whole east and southeast down. I remember it because I was out in it.
I had gone to work that afternoon beacause the weather guy on the radio said to expect only flurries. So I went on to work. I remember being uneasy seeing the big, thick, wet flakes hitting my windshield, but I went on because I did not wish to lose my job. Not long after I started work it began to really come down. By six it was covering the tires of the cars in the parking lot. Still, my bosses would not let any of us go. By eight our cars were covered and we were finally allowed to leave. Assholes were more afraid of not making production and losing business than they were of losing employees. It took me and some of the men I worked with nearly an hour to dig our cars out to even leave.
Luckily I was driving a small straight shift at that time and I made good time, still what was normally a twenty minute drive took nearly two hours and I almost made it home.

See my next blog to see what happened.

Color Me Wild

You Are a Red Crayon

Your world is colored with bright, vivid, wild colors.You have a deep, complex personality - and you are always expressing something about yourself.Bold and dominant, you are a natural leader. You have an energy that is intense... and sometimes overwhelming.Your reaction to everything tends to be strong. You are the master of love-hate relationships. Your color wheel opposite is green. Green people are way too mellow to understand what drives your energy.

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One day a long time ago right after I started first grade my fellow students and I were given a box of crayons and a pre-printed picture to color. We were told to color the sky blue, the tree and grass green, and the squirrel brown. Being my daring self my sky turned out orange, my tree blue, the grass red, and the squirrel purple. My Mom was called in to discuss my rebellious nature.
Let's face it-I love color.
I mean, if we were to take what is taught us when we are young as truth, that there is only eight colors (nine if you count white), why do crayons come in boxes of eight, sixteen, thirty-two, and sixty-four? What are we to do with the other crayons, just look at them? What a waste of money.
Just look around our lovely world and see the colors. All the delicate pinks of a winter dawn, all the vibrant shades of reds, oranges, and golds of autumn trees against a shade of blue that only an autumn sky has, all the great firey colors of a summer sunset, all the different hues of greens in nature. Not just eight colors.
Support art in our public schools. Creative minds are terrible things to waste. A sense of wonder worse to lose.

Very Tired

Working away on my book, working away on my art, working 12 hour shifts at the job, and taking care of mom. Can we say TIRED. But I need to work occassionally so I can spend some time doing what I want. Once I have some bills paid down I can cut back on the long hours and spend more time on writing and making art.