It is March 13th, or at least it was a few minutes ago. Anyway, it is the day after of the 12th anniversary of the “Blizzard of ’93”, the storm that gave us well over 2′ of snow with drifts of 6′ or more. Mt Mitchell, within sight and just north of us, got over 50″. Newfound Gap, which straddles the NC/TN line, recieved over 5′. It was the first time in my life I heard thunder while it snowed.
It was cold, less than 20F before the windchill. The wind was strong enough to lean into. We could hear the rifle crack sound of trees breaking from the weight of the snow. The air flashed with what I thought was a down power line but was lightning. The pressure dropped like a rock. I had no meds, not even a damn Tylenol, and spent two days in intense pain. The electricity was out for four days which meant no heat. Friends of ours literally just over the hill less than a half mile, tried to come get us with his mammoth John Deere tractor. He made it to the top of his driveway but the drifts were well over the roof of the tractor. He returned home and called (would you believe the phones never went out???) to say he wasn’t making it.
And today I sat out in the dog lot, in my yellow folding chair, shoes off and toes in the grass, a Kiwi-Strawberry Snapple in the little holder in the armrest, a book propped up on a pillow in my lap (Acorna by McAffry), the dogs in various flat poses around the yard, Lorna sitting nearby reading a book about English ornamental grasses and birds fighting over one of the birdhouses. And I, twelve years after three of the most miserable days of my life, got a sunburn.
Ain’t life just weird?
Now it is raining hard (ain’t tin roofs just fantastic???) and ‘they’ are predicting snow Wednesday night. Ah, winter in the mountains of NC. Gotta love it.
Lorna and I talked quite a bit about why I am so….. disinterested? frustrated? out of like with?….. Butch Girls. I just stare at this section and want to scream. It’s good words, really! I just don’t care about them. I think the MCs are moving too fast. I think time is moving too slow. I think I am about to scream.
I am itching to get back to my other projects, but I want to get this one done first. I have several other ideas in my head but I want to get this one done first.
I finished the book I was reading. It’s a decent book, although far too easy. The author seemed to want to prettify it more than it should be. By the end, everyone is in love or in like or pleased or happy or dead. There is a second book and I will read that tomorrow most likely. I like a book with a good plot, with one that leaves me guessing, you know? I get really mad when something far too convenient happens. Like if Person X does something good for the MCs and the next time they get into trouble, the person of authority turns out to be a relative of Person X and gets them out of trouble again only for them to… see what I mean? Now, in a vast area of space they are in, kinda weird that the siblings pop up in just the right place.
But, opinions are like belly buttons – everybody’s got one.