Snow? I Just Woke Up, How Can It Be Snowing?

Clearly, nothing is clear at 5:30 am. Even the cat doesn't bother getting up. So when the guy on the TV says that there is 1 1/2 feet of snow, naturally I check my nuclear powered watch. It's October 13. Someone is pulling a practical joke on me. The coffee is brewing. I peek out the window, and there is green, beautiful green. A little cold, but still GREEN. Where is it snowing? Buffalo, New York. The storm may be heading for Cindy's house, it's too early to tell, but that's OK, she's ready for it. She's from Wisconsin, and she knows how to drive in the snow! Give that girl a couple of cameras and nothing stops her. More after the meeting!

Here's an idea from CMHL that hits the spot. How to turn maple leaves into roses. You need to see it to believe it. A really neat idea!

I have been in a funk lately. I generate ideas from all over the place, but most of the time they come from talking with my friends. Since I tend to be very shy and withdrawn, the internet was meant for me. I could sit and send e mails to people like Alison and plan meals, or projects, get into deep philosophical discussions with CMHL, or the nuances of photography with Cindy, even while some deranged alter-ego was writing erotic fantasies on their blogs. Lately, no one was available in the evening to chat, or power e mail. That left people in real life. Except for The Wife, you can see what I deal with. Well, somewhere I lost my sense of humor. I don't know which blog I left it at, but, I can't find it anywhere.

Then this morning, I got up and none of the things I generally eat were available. My fault. So I had a breakfast of beer and ice cream sandwiches. Good thing Alison told me that it was OK to do that at 7:00 am or I'd have starved to death. I stopped by to see spoon because she has become a part of my daily requirement to put things into their proper perspective. She didn't have any idea that I had a sense of humor to begin with. She just thinks I'm a Johnny Foreigner, which explains everything. Made sense to me. I stopped off at Desiree's, and she was so sick that you know she had no idea I had lost my sense of humor. I left her to regain her strength and health. I left EchoMouse alone because she's having grief with her Dad, so i just go there to read her blog and see what's up. Then I sort of tip toe away and I try not to bug her too much. Been there, didn't need too much aggravation.

There are others. Phoenix Hearse is heavy with new puppy. TheThinker is a sixteen year old girl. I have never posted on her site, she has no idea i even exist, and it will stay that way. Yet she is compelling to read. She wrote a piece earlier this month about how she figured out how she was going to go trick or treating. She laid out a map, complete with candy drops that looked like what is known as the Traveling Saleman Problem in Operations Research. When she mentioned the candy drop off to increase the sympathy donations because she had so little candy, I started wondering if she was a Republican political operative and not really a 16 year old girl. Her discussions with Apple are priceless. I adore this person. I think she's really 45. Much more mature than me. I am also waiting for Monkeylover to start publishing again.

I saved the piece d'resistance for the return loop home. A swing through the South. I glided into The Mist1's Place of Hobbies and Flossing Satires. I'm talking The Palace. Carnegie Hall. The Laugh-O-Rama. Apparently, The Mist1 and Bruce Willis left for the weekend to go to London for a weekend of darts and beer. She may not have my sense of humor, but she has my red snakeskin boots and red haired wig. Of course, Bruce is almost my twin. He may have grabbed my humor.

You all have a great weekend. See you soon!