Sunday, January 24, 2016

"Not By Fire But By Ice" preview, heh....& Burns

whooooey... Snow, snow, snow... up here on the mountain.  That's all I've been able to do, squeezed in between work . . . is shovel and blow snow, which has been falling and blowing drifts . . . 6-7 ft high--so high that the blower won't throw it up and over . . . which it makes it so that I have to climb up on top and dig it down; then the doggles--the dogs--well, Bruce . . . (who we call Brucifer at times, heh) . . . keeps escaping on the back hill, because the snow is so deep it comes down right over the back fence so he can just about walk out.  So then, in between trying to keep the driveway clear for Sky to get out of to go to work (usually at 6 am) I have to head to the back yard and dig a trench down next to the rock wall and fence . . . about 4-5 feet down in the snow, otherwise, Mr. Bruce, who we've discovered is an Olympic high jumper apparently, is able to leap up on to the hill . . . and, horrifyingly . . . head for the hills, or worse, the street out front, which is terrifying because the snow walls are so high out to and over the curb . . . that a car coming down the hill wouldn't see him until he shot out into the road--aiiiiy! . . . . Thus its several mini heart attacks every time we discover he's slipped the yard . . . and still being a pup (although a very agile and high jumping pup) he's not too street smart and . . . and . . . oy, my aching arms and back!  Seriously, today, for instance has been about 8 hours of solid shoveling--as once, I get the trench cleared . . . and look back, the high winds have already practically filled it back up again....lol.  It reminds me of the book "Not By Fire But By Ice" written by a fellow who predicts, not "global warming" but a coming ice age . . . where it starts snowing one day . . . and doesn't stop . . . until most of the cities north of Arizona are buried to the tops of the skyscrapers. . . . .

BUT . . . at least its not flooding . . . as some have had back east and I'm always grateful . . . employing my trick o'the mind remembering that it could still be so much worse; and I do like to work physically hard anyhow--always have; and I just consider it good exercise. . . .

Meanwhile, I continue to monitor the situation in Burns Oregon.  It's getting tense now with a whole new shipment of militarized agents having recently arrived, all geared-up . . .  while at the same time the "protesters" have been digging up all kinds of shady (if not criminal) activities of the local judge and his fellow "good ol' boys".  I'm fairly certain that he would have not qualms about blowing the refuge up to shut down the disclosures coming out, along with the Sheriff there who has abdicated his authority to the Feds who no doubt want to make a big, glaring example of those who would dare flaunt "Federal authority" by holding up (as ol' Georgie Porgie Bush Jr. famously once said) "the damned ol' piece of paper (The Constitution). . . .

God bless you all. . . .

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