I hate flying. I being around people. The thought of going to a place where there are lots of people does not appeal to me.
I’m cold. I’ve been cold for a few days now. My child is trapped in her dorm with 36+ inches of snow blocking everywhere she wants to go. Power is out in some dorms. They ran out of hot water, food service has been reduced to making and delivering pizzas.
Sunday we finally got our wood delivered. My son, wife, Ally and I were out in the cold moving and stacking wood. The wonder of the congo line.
Son picks up a stick and swings it to me. I take it and chuck it across the yard to land in front of one of the stacks. As the pile gets high enough infront of the stack, I switch targets and start tossing into a pile in front of a different stack.
Ally and wife are busy stacking from the piles I’m making. Nobody is bending. When the pile is too short for son to reach without bending, he goes to one knee an just keeps going.
So I want to be on a warm beach, huddled under my woobie, sun glasses on. A few spare mags, and just be warm.
Oh, and drinking Long Island Iced Teas.
every year bout this time winter gets very annoying..
The last 10 years or so I have become a winter indoor guy.
no use for it..