Snow. Ice. Snow.

We had light snow yesterday, then it turned to freezing rain overnight (still getting this), and we're supposed to get more snow today. Crappy, crappy weather. I'm just hoping the ice stops soon because heavy ice could take out power lines. I was without power for a little over three days in September because of the wind storm and that wasn't bad, but in winter no power would be a hell of a lot harder. A couple hours ago a bunch of ice and snow came crashing down from the roof -- it made quite a racket and really scared poor Zekie. I was a bit worried that it might have brought some of the gutters and slate from the roof down with it, but I took a quick look and nothing seems to have fallen but ice and snow.

I don't think we are going to get it quite as bad as people to the south, but it's already crappy enough. One of the people in the arts coop lives in Lexington and she said they are getting hammered with ice. Yesterday I went to the grocery store and picked up some supplies (the two most important things on my list were toilet paper and Zeke's favourite snackies -- don't want to be caught without either of those!) so we can just hang out here until the weather gets better. When I was walking out to the car I slipped on a patch of ice under the snow and smacked my head into the cinder block garage (my car is parked beside the garage). Damn that hurt! And it made quite a sound -- kind of a thwack sound, at least in my head. I have a little tender spot on my temple and my neck is a bit sore, but it's not too bad. And that was before this current round of ice. Blah.

I'm sure as hell not taking Diane outside any time soon. She's not good on her feet even on perfect surfaces. It's just not worth the risk to take her anywhere now. She's broken one of her legs twice and the other once over the past 25 years, and two of those breaks were pretty bad, requiring surgery and plates and screws in one leg and rods and pins in the other. Plus several days in the hospital, several cast changes, months in a wheelchair, and months of physical therapy. One of the bad breaks occurred when she took a single step on a snow covered walk. It wasn't even particularly slippery -- everyone else had no problem walking on it. But Di isn't everyone else, so now when conditions are even the least bit slick, she doesn't go out.

It's very quiet outside right now. We live just one house in from a pretty busy street, but there are very few people driving now (it's just about 6 am). Most schools in the area are closed, and I imagine quite a few people are either working from home or calling off too. The city just asked all non-essential personnel to wait until 11 am to come in to work, and OSU is closed. Since there are a shit-load of OSU students living in this area that probably accounts for a good deal of the lessened traffic.


And I noticed SK shut down the comments on his blog. Some poor pathetic person apparently needs a lot of attention -- not getting it now though is he/she? You have to wonder what kind of issues that person has to make being such a douche attractive.

Zekie Belly Rub

When I prepare to put my aunt to bed Zeke dashes into her room, jumps onto her bed and lays on his back so I can give him a belly rub. He just loves it, and he looks so cute I had to get a pic. He's giving me a "what the hell are you doing? You're supposed to be rubbing my tummy!" look here.

And if you want a heavy dose of "awwww! soooo cute!!" watch the Kitty Cam and watch seven kittens go about the serious business of being kittens. :)

Spirituallessness

I don't think that's really a word, but it works so I'm using it. So there!

I've come to the conclusion that I am the least spiritual person on earth. It just doesn't do anything for me. At all. None of it. And looking back I realise it never has done anything for me.

I don't feel past lives or energy from things or see auras around things (except when I'm driving in fog -- then headlights of oncoming cars have a bit of an aura, but I'm pretty sure that's not what people mean when they talk of seeing auras ;-) ). I've never "felt" any of the people that have been close to me that have died. They are just gone and nothing except the memories I have of them remain. I've often felt this makes the thought of dying myself easier, but having people you love die is harder.

Usually it doesn't bug me, because how can you miss what you don't feel exists, but every once in a while when I read or hear so many people pondering their spiritual journeys I do feel like the odd person out. Over the years I have checked out various belief systems and such, because I figured if most everyone else seems to be into something along that line there must be something to it. But to me it always felt fake...just some fantasy.

What is worse than someone constantly pondering their spirituality? Someone pondering their lack of spirituality. Lol! So I'll quit and go to bed. (Thank you! I hear you all say. :-) ) Besides, I promised the dog I'd take him for a little walk tomorrow morning before I go off to the shop. He'll be so happy. Actually he doesn't do much walking -- he mostly sniffs stuff and pees. But he's really happy anyway. :-)