You're thinking winter, in Texas, some kind of joke? No, it's not, especially when it's so rare. That in mind, the Compound woke up to an icy wonderland and it only seemed right to go for a stroll through the freezing crystalline whiteness of it all. Call it a recce patrol if you like.
Very few cars or trucks, snow compacted into ice, a biting westerly wind, wind chill in the minus something, Meth Shack now refurbed as an Hispanic worker dorm, Pick 'n Steal standing but shut because cold, Brookshire's remarkably open. I walked in, just to get out of the biting cold.
Then back to the Compound via the Narnia streets and boulevards of this once prosperous little town now, tragically, turned to ICE. That in mind, Walmart was like a riot scene in Minneapolis without the riot, just excited crews of Mexicans wondering at the emptiness of it all and looking for bargains. Fair play.
Now we're in the midst of roasting a chicken, affordable, and listening to Ella Fitzgerald. Life is good.
Cheers,
LSP
4 comments:
When it's cold snowy and icy I just stay home and and keep the fire going. The upcoming week in Hampton Roads is going to be like that.
That sounds very sensible, Macus. Nice one.
I got back to South Central Kansas from Acadiana area of Louisiana Friday afternoon where it was (+,-) 70 all week just in time to see the snow start and thermometer at 4. I'm ready to go back, for sure. Anyway, brewed up a big pot of chili that afternoon and let it set in the garage (a.k.a. "the big refrigerator" this time of year) all night then put it in the slow cooker all morning for lunch Saturday. Church called off today due to roughly 6 inches of snow, so I did up a big pot of chicken chili verde for supper. Mrs. did beef stew in my absence, so we're set for a few days anyway.
One perk of being fully retired is not going out. Too many years of press on regardless (to borrow a rally slogan).
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