Blogging through the storm

The temperature still remains below freezing and a fine rain has been building up beads of ice on everything in sight since early this morning. Click on image to enlarge

Storm5It is now late afternoon, and there has been no letup in the precipitation. Ice coats the cars and it will require a good deal of scraping before we can drive them.

I have put corn and seeds out for the critters, but the weather has turned sour again and they are all tucked away somewhere. When the squirrels are hiding, we know it’s time to stay inside. They are such voracious feeders, it takes a lot to discourage them.

It was so cold that I abandoned my workshop, leaving woodworking for another and warmer day. Fortunately, because of the internet, Gretchen was able to telecommute and stay in touch with her colleagues in warmer climes. Commuting today would have been an absolute nightmare. I am glad we no longer go through that.

I have taken advantage of this storm to stay inside and catch up on my blogging and email. With the heater turned up, my office is a cozy, if cluttered, place to work. I can look out my window and keep an eye on the deer feeders.

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As you can see, I have company. One cat has taken the supervisory position on the desk, while the other insisted on hanging on me. I have learned to type with one hand, while holding a visiting cat in the other. All I need is a big, thumpy dog at my feet and life would be complete.

It is interesting how nature abhors a vacuum. When your children grow up and scatter to the winds, it seems you often pull in others to share your lives. Sometimes two-footed, but more often four-footed, these other family members contribute to the flavor of our lives.

We are all weathering this storm together here in Palmyra, Virginia. We hope you are doing well, wherever you are.

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0 Responses to Blogging through the storm

  1. Marie says:

    ohhh I love your little friends. Do they have names? Stay warm.

  2. David says:

    They are brother and sister. Buffy, after the Slayer, is the cream colored cat. The black cat is Sherman, named after the curious boy in the Bullwinkle cartoons.

    Neither cat can be considered particularly sane, but they are very affectionate and that makes up for a lot. We try not to make too many demands on them as they overwhelm easily.

    They provide us with entertainment. As you can tell, we are easily amused…

  3. Linda says:

    Kitty snuggles! Oh yeah, that’s how you know it’s cold outside. Sherman has decided to use you feed the solar cells in his tummy, it seems. 🙂

    Me, I’m in my last hour at the office, glancing up every now and again to smile at the latest picture of my Little One; eager for the moment when I get to log off and go home to her and my S.

    But it’s been a decently good day, and promises to be an even better evening.

    You two have a wonderful night.

    Much love,
    Linda

  4. Ana says:

    Buffy! Perfect cat name.

  5. Yusmar says:

    I used to have a cat, most of the time when I’m at home she’ll just snuggles and sit on my lap but there are times when she’ll just stare at me, meowing – probably in cat language means : “hey you, feed me now.. I’m hungry.” or “open the window, I want to go out.. now!” 🙂

  6. Denny says:

    We have three cats. Your black one reminds me of our Harry, who is 13 and has developed some kind of lazy bowel syndrome and requires a nasy pink pill twice a day. It’s a difficult, often dangerous administration. But we love him!

  7. Beth W. says:

    Uh oh. Sherman’s at it again. Better be careful, David, or you might end up with Kitty Tunnel Syndrome. It begins when you hold your kitty for hours at the time while typing with the other hand. Carpel Tunnel in one hand, Kitty Tunnel in the other!

  8. Marge says:

    I am almost intimidated by the great writers who post comments to your stories! But I really did enjoy the pictures of the cats monitoring your activities while you “blogged through the storm.” Mine do the same thing. If they can’t be in my lap, or on my shoulder like Sherman, they are never far away. I agree with your observation that, sometimes, we need our four-legged friends more than ever to fill a void in our lives. Our cats have become such great and indispensable companions just lately for some reason.

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