I know what you’re saying, and yeah, it’s cold. Damn cold sometimes. But I’ve made my decision long before you wrote this. When I came up to Minnesota 45 years ago to go to grad school, I fell in love with the state all over again. And I stayed up there for seven more years trying to get a job. When I was down to my last $50, I had to leave, and I’ve been trying to get back since then. Before leaving, I endured days of -100 wind chill, another day when it was -36 and blizzards. These were the more worse conditions; it doesn’t include ice, snow storms or days below zero. That’s why you’ve got to be tough. On the opposite side, I’ve twice done time in Florida, the U.S. version of Hell, where days/months of 90 degrees on end are the norm. Like it hot? Come down and see how you like it. I hate it. When I first did time in Florida, it was around Ft. Lauderdale, which is 10 1/2 months of Hell and 6 weeks of Near Hell. I’d open my car door after a day of work and thought I would spontaneously combust. I escaped then after 8 years, spent 5 years out and then met a wonderful, smart and lovely woman - who lived in Florida. Glad I never said I’d never go back we got married, worked, retired and after 20 years, I convinced my wife that we needed four seasons in our lives, and she seemed ready. But life has a few tricks up its sleeve, and one of them is that after 33 years of suffering from CNS Lupus, she passed away on September 1. She won’t physically be with me when I move back to Minnesota, but she’ll be with me spiritually and in my heart, in a place she never got to see except through my descriptions. You bet I’m coming, for both of us, and it will probably be the most remote place you can find on the map of the state. After 38 years of trying to get back, it’s going to happen, for me, for us.
I don’t care how much you think the cold is sweet and nice and “~Oooo layers and hot chocolate!!~”. Don’t do it. Your definition of the word “cold” has been lost to time and willful ignorance. “Do you prefer hot or cold?” They ask. “Cold.” You say. It’s an obvious answer. “You can always add more layers but you can only get so naked.” Fool. -40 doesn’t care about your perceptions. You are inside a heated house. you are wearing three layers of sweatshirts and your fuzziest socks. there are thirty blankets crushing you and you can no longer move or breathe but the cold is so bone deep that you feel it coming from inside of you. You bundle up in your aesthetic jackets and cute beanies and you go outside. You’ve made it four steps before the icy wind stabs the back of your throat in revenge for underestimating it. You go back inside and you keep adding layers. Still, deep under so many heavy jackets and wool socks, your extremities burn with the cold by the time you get to your car. when you get where you’re going you look like you rolled out of a bed in the middle of lake superior. you probably did. it’s minnesota.
“It’s only three months!!” Fool. Dumb of ass. Winter is a greedy mistress. She steals the young spring months like fucking rumpelstiltskin. You won’t see dirt until May. Possibly June. if you think I’m exaggerating then there’s still hope for you. She impatiently swallows your Halloween and Thanksgiving. You see the famed colored leaves for one (1) week. Your perception is completely altered. Is twenty degrees cold? I don’t know anymore. I thought it was kinda warm. I’ve heard i’m wrong.
You do not want this bitter mistress. She will chew up your naivety and spit it back in your face. Stay blissfully ignorant. Don’t let her draw you in. This is hell frozen over.
I’d been wondering what rock Goofy (Gowdy) was hiding under these days; he was last seen hanging up his congressional chairmanship in the House Oversight Committee to go into the business of law. However, the bright lights and spouting of evidence-free statements was to much to resist, so he slithered his way over to Fox News. H’yuk!
To help out The Gowd here, 1) why would Joe Biden want to see what “non-stop negative press looks like, when he’s getting it while trying to help Americans; 2) Biden isn’t a conman out for himself, like that tubby orange guy; 3) Biden isn’t a crook, either; 4) and Biden doesn’t have a dishonest, mealy-mouth head of the House Oversight Committee calling for investigations based on trumped-up political charges for anything he’s done, like, you know, the guy you see in your mirror every day.
South Carolina doesn’t seem to be missing you, Goofy.
This is my new housemate, Copper. He’s a 4-year old Netherland lop now in his 3rd home (and hopefully last), loves to be petted and is enjoying some new culinary delights that he hasn’t had before. I’m trying to get him to eat hay; that’s coming along slowly, but he appears to like timothy hay more than oat hay (it’s weird that he doesn’t like it much, but I suspect he wasn’t given much of it at his previous homes, plus he likes all the tasty foods that he’s been given). In this picture, he’s ecstatic about just being petted and is in his position to get some more of that good rubbin’. He’s a good boy! A very good boy!
There are days when I‘ve been this excited to get into bed (even if mine isn’t new).
I received one of these for Christmas, too, back in the late ‘70s. It was a “Snug Sack.” I still have it; used it last winter and probably will this winter m too. It’s very cozy!
I got one of these for Xmas as a kid.
Happy New Year to you!! 🎉🌹🐇🎈🍹
Where I am from New Years means one thing only, for better or worse. And because it falls on a Sunday the parade won’t happen til tomorrow. So it doesn’t really feel like New Years at all, in a way. In any case, I raise my (imaginary) glass of the driest champagne I can find (I have drunk far too much lovely wine in the last week - we went on a dreamy little vacation after Xmas and I need to dry out for a while) and wish you all THE HAPPIEST OF NEW YEARS!😺💗🌼🌸🌺
Found these in kitchen the other day - there was a time when I was using them regularly. The one on the left has numerous “Impossible Pie” recipes, along with desserts and breads, and the one on the right has more of the same. I can thumb through these and remember making them years ago.
Former White House doctor-turned-congressman makes prediction!
He’s never been correct about anything before; why would he start now?
Is he drunk? Has he been taking drugs? He has a history of both!
Having diagnosed Trump with "incredibly good genes," that Trump did “exceedingly well” on his cognitive test, and "if he (Trump)had a healthier diet over the last 20 years, he might live to be 200 years old,” we must seriously question any statement Jackson made. That’s not including his fudging on Trump’s height and weight at his annual physical to make it appear that he was less obese.
When we’d go to visit my grandmother, she’d always have a few of these magazines around: Hollywood, movie stars, etc. She LOVED reading these things! My mom’s opinion of them was something like “Pfft!” and she wouldn’t touch them. When I was bored, I’d check them out and might find an article of interest, but back in the ‘60s, most of the articles seemed to be about movie stars from the ‘30s and ‘40s. Now I wish I had read more bout those old movie stars. 🎥🌟🍿