We got a foot of snow here about a week ago. Our second snow of the season. No sense in trying to shovel it. I'm a 72 year old geezer and the driveway is 300 feet long. We have a nice neighbor who told me all I have to do is let him know and he will come over with his loader and get us out. Thank you Bill! But we didn't call him. My wife's doggie class was cancelled and we were stocked on groceries etc. and it was nice. We have a little gas log in our little great room in our little house. We, like everyone else, are quite used to staycation by now. My only fear of the blizzard was a power failure event. We have a Generac but not the kind that comes on line automatically and is fueled by natural gas or LP gas. We've all seen their infomercials on TV. Something like that would be great for us old folks. However, when we bought this little downsize house in the exburbs, we right away bought a portable Generac and the set up is halfway to that Automatic system. We haven't had to use it yet fortunately, and we've been here 3 1/2 years. Now that groundhog day is over, I can finally allow myself to think of the promise of spring: It started in Scranton....it's now number one....The Pennsylvania Polka! about 3 more weeks of winter. Mostly I do nothing but sleep, watch cable, doom scroll on desktop, and read. I never write as you can see by my blog. Playing my guitar is splotchy. I go a couple months playing almost every day, then a couple months- nothing. When I start back up playing my calluses are mostly soft and it's hard to play. And I forget how to play and sing etc. And here's the weird thing: When I first go back to play it's all I can do to get the thing in tune. And my throat damaged by cancer treatment has my voice thin. I kind of give up. But if I can stay interested a bit, around night three of back at it, something happens and I do not just a bit better, but I start to click and it's crazy fun because it seems so fresh. Because I haven't heard the songs in two months. I play better than ever. At least for me. (my better than ever is just a hack...I'm a duffer) No one hears me anyway. Wife is at the other end of the house and I'm in the garage. Our house is a1900 sq.ft. rambler or rancher, one floor (good for old folks), they call it a railroad house one hall from the garage back to the bedrooms. Like I said it's a downsize. From our farm in Dorchester Co. Md. where we had 89 acres with a one hundred year old farmhouse which was a money pit. My wife had horses and other pets and I had airplanes and other toys. I kinda miss the 20X40 in ground pool, the 2900 ft. airstrip and the his and hers outbuildings. My 40X60 hangar with a poured floor and a man cave and a loft. Wife's 36X48 7 stall barn and tack room. We couldn't have it forever anyway. Nobody can have anything forever. Wife and I love our downsize. I call it the enchanted cottage. I shall write a post about that some other day. Our Delaware downsize is only 23 miles from our former Maryland farm and we have moved across the Mason and Dixon Line! No wonder I'm so politically confused!
Thank you readers. I love you. LLITTY :::::+:::::
