Friday, January 24, 2014

Brave Survival of Sleet-Our Story

Another hour goes by, the temps are still under 32 degrees.  The local stations have spread their reporters far and wide across the viewing area keeping regular programing off the air.  Schools have closed or delayed their start to the day.  Pictures being uploaded slowly to social media sites because with so many ensconced in their homes the internet is slowed considerably.  I am forced to post from my iPad because Roy is working from home today.  I've been awake off and on since early, like 4:30,  this morning because of the necessary reports on roads.  Roy is going through his tea bag supply rather quickly and we can only hope we're able to hold out until noon with the supplies we have on hand.  We had stocked up with Diet Cokes and coffee earlier this week not knowing of the impending doom of sleet, ice, and snow, often referred to as winter precip.   Looks like we have enough bananas, cookies, apples, grapes and popcorn to see us through the morning.  I so hope we can last these final few hours of the winter storm warning.  Looking out our windows we see few cars on the road and we wonder if we are the only survivors in Rancho De Five.  None of the news reports or reporters seem to be from our area.  Has everything west of the beltway been obliterated off the face of the earth by this sleet?  It is heartwarming to know the garbage men went by very early this morning, this gives us hope there are other survivors.  We wonder, did our friends get enough donuts and kolaches to make it?  Surely our friends know that in times of rain or snow, donuts are the food of choice.  Alas, we did not stock up on the unnecessary fried foods this time and our hope is that buttered toast and a bowl of oatmeal will see us through these last horrendous hours.  We are only managing with heat from our heater as the fireplace has stopped working again.  Last night around 11:00 I heard a horrible noise and this morning as morning lit the sky, we found our grill had been blown about five feet from its original moorings.  We can now cook from our back door if things truly get desperate before 11:00.  My strength is ebbing and I hope our story of brave survival makes it out to the world. If not, tell our story.

1 comment:

Etta Wils said...

ha that freaked me.... I couldn't figure out why you were talking about sleet in those temperatures then realised you work with farenheit! Ha. And there was me thinking it was a heatwave...