It’s the eleventh of January  and it’s about sixty-four degrees outside. We have windows open, and it was around seventy earlier today. I feel like a guy in a third world country living on the coastline. It’s beautiful today but run because there is a tsunami and it is heading your way. There is a winter storm coming, and it’s heading our way.

I started getting ready yesterday. It’s like preparing for a hurricane. Me and about four hundred other crafty folks figured that we would get the jump on everybody and stock up on whatever we could find on the shelf two days before the storm arrived. Apparently quite a few other crafty folks decided to get a jump on us and they all went shopping three days before the storm.

If you enjoy Walmart, two days before Christmas, you would love Walmart two days before shoppers think they are going to be trapped inside their own home for a few days. Some are shopping like they are trying to savor each aisle, capturing each shelf’s nuance, while others are shopping like they are on Supermarket Sweep. They are both on the same aisle that is too narrow to pass and you are also on the same aisle, heading the wrong way. Trouble. And I think this kind of shopping should become an Olympic event.

A triathlon where you must get milk, eggs and bread in your cart and get through the checkout line before the blue hair that is running interference for her granddaughter who is pushing her cart.

The that’s my damn cart you’re pushing and you can’t have my jugs of water slalom.

The who’s going to wind up with that last loaf of bread, heavy weight championship.

The I been in line so long that I just drank the damn beer marathon.

THE WINTER GAMES. I’d watch it and so would you.

Today I just finished putting all the Christmas stuff away… except the deer and sled. I don’t know why I didn’t put those away but I didn’t so it’s almost a certainty that when I do, it won’t be seventy outside. Well I suppose it could be, if I wait long enough.

So here I sit, at my computer, waiting for the storm. The storm of 2018. They have closed everything they can think of closing and I think they are now predicting one to two inches. One to two inches?… not feet? This time tomorrow night, I wouldn’t be surprise to see that they missed it by six inches. I’m not predicting that but I would hate to think that I wasted your time on a blog about one inch of snow.

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