Texas wasn't prepared. One of the more compassionate comments I saw was about what if it was 120 in Minnesota in the summer?
I still remember when we moved from Louisville to northern New Jersey and it snowed for the first time. In Louisville, there was almost now snow - there were photos of me bundled to the eyebrows groveling in about half an inch of snow trying to get enough for a snow ball. Then, the first snow - 11 inches. My mother assumed we'd be snowed in until the spring thaw and kind of panicked.
Ooh, good luck, meara! Pulling for you.
I texted my aunt in Vienna, VA that we were coming home early because I knew she'd be worried but also assume we would leave early but also still be worried. I was correct on all counts, heh.
We were out of power for 5 days after an ice storm when we lived in NC. What we did during that time was conceive a child, so. It did keep us relatively warm.
In Maine when I was a kid the power lines for the whole county were down for days once, but the majority of people there have wood stoves. I remember cooking canned soup on the wood stove.
This story from Seattle has been getting a ton of media attention, which is hilarious to me because I've known Fran Goldman my entire life (she was a close friend of my grandmother and has a cabin down the beach from my family up in Canada) and literally NOBODY who knows her was surprised that she chose to walk 6 miles in the snow for a Covid vaccine. Like, OF COURSE she did, how else was she supposed to get there? 3 miles each way? Pfft.
Gosh I love no-nonsense old ladies. It’s the goal of my life to be one - getting closer every day!
Things I will do for a chance to get a COVID vaccine: wake up at 430am, drive an hour round trip to drop off my dog at a friend’s, to show up to volunteer at 615am. Fingers crossed.
Crossing digits for you. My rash that showed up on day 9 lasted a few days and is gone now. Weird, but not too annoying. Quite a few people I know had a lot more issues with the 2nd shot, so I am just scheduling life to have a few mays down time.
Good luck, meara!
Jessica, I read that story in the Seattle Times - how cool that you know her! - and thought "Sounds like all of the older Norwegian women I've met since moving here - "Why would I take the car to the market, Amelia? My legs work just fine!" and off they go with the big wheeled cart, to haul their body weight in groceries back up our very steep main road. They routinely walk me into the ground and prescribe a good five miles, with coffee and a bun at the end of it, as the cure for most things that might trouble you. I am very glad to know them.
Gosh I love no-nonsense old ladies. It’s the goal of my life to be one - getting closer every day!
Surely a little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest flea.
My coffee machine died yesterday, or at least the heating element did. It's now sitting in my utility closet along with the other coffee machine that died, where I keep my e-waste until I can be bothered to figure out how to recycle it. I decided to try a pour over coffee maker instead, so I've been drinking that this morning. It's good, but I'm not having revelatory experience.
If my electric kettle dies, I'm going to squint nervously at the universe and wonder if it's trying to get me off caffeine.
