Hello from the Frozen Tundra

Life can be a barrel of laughs in the Midwest.

Late yesterday I decided it was time to poke my nose out the ice encrusted door and venture out to the grocery store. The first problem was that the door didn't want to open, but being the go-getter I am, I was able to finally get it open.

Problem number 2 was getting from my glazed porch and across the ice rink of a yard, to my block of ice formerly known a a mini van. I made Caitlin help (of course she thought it was fun) and finally we got the van door open. She started the engine and we left it running for almost an hour until we were able to chisel the ice off the windshield.

No school today for the kids! Yipee!

Today's adventure was trying to get the mail. Of course, the mailbox was also encased in ice, so Caitlin took a hammer to it to get it open. What fun boys and girls! I may have thought this kind of stuff was cool when I was 12 but I no longer like walking on ice! I am so thinking about moving back to Phoenix! When I retire I want to be a snowbird for sure.

I confess, I've been lazy the last several days. I don't know...ice storms just affect me that way. All I want to do is sit by the fire and read or knit but alas, it's time to get back to work. I've had some thoughts milling around in my head and I'm ready to start writing them down. I really love my hero and heroine and I'm enjoying this WIP so much. I'm torn between wanting to be done and yet not wanting to be done. Maybe that means there's a part 2 to this story? I think there definitely will be.