The city is closed down more or less. The office is closed and I am off today and a very Cranky Old Broad. Poor Miss Ruby is parked out back and looks like a snow sculpture. I'd take a picture but the freezing rain this morning that added insult to injury has turned our city into an ice skating rink and as much as I love y'all and enjoy entertaining you, I'm not going out there. It's ugly. It's currently snowing hard again and will probably continue throughout the afternoon.
My favorite columnist from our local paper, Charita Goshay, had quite a bit to say about our 'lovely' weather this morning with her tongue planted firmly in her cheek. Here's an excerpt but y'all can read the rest here. I guarantee you a smile and maybe even a giggle or two.
"On Sunday night, a handful of motorists in Perry Township reported seeing mysterious, vertical streaks of light in the sky that changed colors; some streaks lasted as long as 10 minutes.
Explanations have included ice crystals, or an asteroid that has entered the earth’s atmosphere.But what if it’s something else ... a close encounter?
Then again, do we really want dealings with any alien dumb enough to visit Ohio in the dead of January — especially this January? Didn’t he look down?
We’ve gotten more hits this winter than a centerfold’s Web site.
Really, we should have known this was coming. Our regional weather forecast in the almanac reads, “Ha! Good luck.”
So, just how cold has it been?
The rowdy squirrels in my yard, are wearing rabbit.
On the way to work, I saw a dog in pants.
There’s a rumor that Satan offered to open the Gates of Hell to give us a break — but since Barack Obama was elected president, guess what froze over?
If the phenomenon in Perry Township indeed proves to be extraterrestrial, one thing is certain: The alien is male, because he has to be lost. No living being who didn’t already have family here, or a kid in a wrestling, basketball or swimming tournament, would purposely visit Ohio in January."
I hope the kids are in shoveling mode later today. The plows are working overtime and, of course, getting Miss Ruby shoveled out will be a challenge with the mounds of the white you-know-what piled at the end of the drive. Sigh.
That said, I'm going back to bed. I feel like hell.