In the Line of Ire

We are about to get pummeled.

The entire west coast and mid-section of Michigan is in the path of our first major winter storm, which is due to drop upwards of 10 inches on us by Friday's end. That fluffy stuff I was running around taking pictures of earlier this week was evidently just nature's giggle for the guffaw that's on the horizon.

I have no faith in the city's ability to deal with this amount of snow. Last year the mayor announced half-way through the snow season that the city had officially "run out of salt" to de-ice the roads, because a bulk of it had been sold to neighboring cities to increase our revenue. The city had also curtailed all overtime for sanitation workers, meaning that roadplows were not operating outside of normal business hours. Since weather patterns don't always function according to the American business schedule, this sanction on overtime was not the best situation for those travelling after hours. Seeing as the economy is in even more dire straits than last year, I can hardly expect any of these situations to have improved. So, this gal is taking care of "biz-ness" for herself.

Not that any part of me that wants to hit up the grocery store, right before a big snowstorm, with the rest of the crazed residents of this fair city. However, it's tonight or never. I want rations for the bunker...I mean, food for the house...in case I'm shut in for a lengthy period of time. Besides, I have a hungry man arriving soon; he might eat me and Greg House if the cabinets aren't filled to capacity.

I have finally bought everything that I am going to buy from the giant Linens 'N' Things store closing sale. I won't give a laundry list of the many great items I scored, but I was totally stoked to get my first Christmas-themed tablecloth and napkins last night, so I will spend time tonight (while I'm housebound) decorating for the holiday. It's about time I get all that Xmas stuff up from the basement.

So I shall keep candles, matches, flashlights and batteries on standby as Jack Frost makes his way eastward. I'll take as many pictures of the "guffaw" as my cold tolerance will allow. Stay safe and warm!