Waiting . . . .

. . . for an incongruously early winter storm to hit.  These days the weather is weird.  You may have seen your own manifestation of that, where you live.

Here, we’ve had a series of weather catastrophes over the years.  Nothing like the Philippines, or Sandy, but, still, major disruptions.  Hanging like a shadow in the mind.

The great ice storm of 2009.  Frozen solid, no power in the house for over a week and temperatures in the single digits.  This one made Wikipedia.   According to which, over 300,000 residences in our Northwest Arkansas area were hit like this.  You don’t forget an experience like that in a hurry.  (Arkansas.  In the South, right?)

Didn’t have any feline kids to care for then.  Not sure what we’d do now.  Am not really wanting to think about it.

Two years ago, when we were facing another one of these, I wrote about it here.  And then we got hit – twice, in rapid succession.

So yesterday it was sunny and in the ‘70’s.

Until it wasn’t.  And now it’s a dark and murky morning.  I’m listening for the first tickle of sleet, to drag its icy claw down the spine.  Thought I’d better get a post up now, in case the power goes out and we have to make a run for it.  Somewhere.

In other related news, went for a hike, to burn off Thanksgiving, in our splendid and precious Ozarks.

photo courtesy Oakley Originals

It was in the ‘70’s that day, too.  Except for when it wasn’t.

Ice hanging off the bluff, photos in real time by yours truly.

The boys don’t know from all this, however.  They are – themselves.

Next here’s Barney, after a generous hit of Kim’s Special Reserve Organic Nippatini.

I’ll tell you one thing we don’t have to wait for any more.  The bar results.

I made it.  I’m in!

* * * OY!!!  It’s started, just as I write now.  * * *

Cellphone’s ringing.  Better move the car to safer quarters.  Wish us luck.