STOMP STOMP
They’ve been telling us for DAYS.
coldcoldcoldcoldcold
snowsnowsnowsnow
becarefulbecarefulbecareful
brrrbrrrbrrrbrrrbrrrbrrrbrrr
& yep, this time, they are SPOT. ON. It looks and it is dangerously freezing out there. This town we call Home will have quite a ghostly feel to it, as everyone and everything is hunkered, waiting for this beast of a storm to exit.
Stay off the streets. Don’t go outside !! they warn and inform and advise as I wholeheartedly, not budging agree. I will watch from my window, but there are many I know who simply do not have a choice and to those I say, !! THANK YOU !! You seriously ROCK !! I hope a steamy bowl of soup and a BIG HUG await your return.
But as I sit here covered up in a heated blanket with every faucet dripping, the furnace churning and wood stove burning, I think …
Yep, YaY US !!! We’ve done this cold stuff multiple times before !! and by golly !! we will do it again !!
& being the age that I am, I can wear a t-shirt boasting “I SURVIVED” as I’ve been around for 10 out of 13 record shatter-ers . uh huh. Brought my brand new, firstborn home from the hospital days before one of the doozies, I did
& right there, sits my point.
We can. We will. It’s what we do and how we do and why I adore the cold and the snow and the every single everything Winter and all it’s beauty and fury throw at us each year. Hardy is who we are and hardy is where and why we stay. We are stronger, wiser and kinder with every passing snow-burst. So, BRING IT, Latest Record Stomper !! We’ll be reminiscing and remembering you and your gusto for a very long while along with the complete and confident knowledge, the bragging rights and the absolutely unbreakable promise of Oh Yes, We Can. Oh YES, we did.
c’mon
