IF THIS WERE A

magazine, Viewer Dear, today's post would be the  Icy Alien issue.
It's so much fun to gather a collection!  I mean, really...Siamese twins!
They made me laugh out loud.

I can't tell you much about each of these snowpeople, but these two sporting pink scarves are into the latest Christian D'Ice designs. 

                   This guy is a minimalist.

















And I happen to know this one in the Amish hat. ( He's Amish.)

This fellow with the blue cap pulled over his face, he's got siblings (that's all I can tell you about him).

Here  they are (sisters, I believe): 

And last but not least,  meet this beauty in an apron! (She got me to laughing, too.)
Top-notch cookie-baker!
It's a risky endeavor, she says.  With every batch, she nearly has a melt-down!



Well, Viewer Dear, I could easily go on, expanding this issue.
 There are so many of these cool cold folks around!

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HEY, VIEWER DEAR.....?

Aren't we still in the midst of a party?!

 Where a tiny child is learning about birthday presents.



And a doting grandparent is no longer thinking about...

...uh... 

  ...the over-abundance of white stuff!

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HERE WHERE I LIVE,

Reader Dear, we've been beleaguered by snowstorms!  We've been bothered, bedeviled and beset by them! We've been harassed, harried, and hampered! 
I have had numerous pleasant events scattered between or within these storms, but the extreme whiteness seemed to monopolize all attention, and freeze up my blogging ability!   

I am tired of talking about storm routes, and storm warnings, and expected times of arrival!  Of freezing rain, and snow depths, and blizzard conditions!  Of ice-laden tree limbs,  and bitter cold, and power outages!  Of states of emergency!  I am just sick, Dear Reader,  of yammering on and on about winter!





So that's that!

















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My Tiny Actor 
had a birthday anniversary.  His very first!

It was a marvelous distraction from, well, that subject I'm no longer talking about!

                                                                      

To be cont'd...
(There will be more talk of the birthday party, and other things; but
rest assured, no more discourse on that subject I'm no longer talking about!)

YES, WE HAD A SNOWSTORM

followed by an ice storm!
More pebbles in the boots of winter!  Ugh!  

A limb fell on the phone, cable, and internet lines, which for many long years were anchored to the attic window in the house of The Yard Man and me.  Rather than let the lines be torn by the limb, and shrink our world to the size of a cell-phone battery, this window let itself be ripped right out of the wall! 

 

We were ever so fortunate--
our furnace kept feeding fantastically, too!
(Though we had a neighbor who wasn't so lucky)

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THE MOMENT I GLANCED

into the sky and saw this great show that was about to begin, I could just feel the urge to blog come flying back in for a landing!  It was late afternoon and bitterly cold when I stopped the car in the middle of the road (sorry, there was no shoulder) to enjoy a  performance of one-hundred and fifty-six geese (give or take a few). 



I had to put the passenger-side window down, and maneuver myself into the passenger seat in order to film the show.  I shivered, I think from excitement (It could have been the cold).  The geese were a noisy bunch, everyone talking over everyone else!  As they landed, they seemed to be  discussing exactly where to look for the best smorgasbord of corn kernels, "I think we should head out in this direction!" squawked the lead male, heading off to my right.

It wasn't long, however, before I heard a small group of females yelling to each other that he didn't know what the heck he was doing.  Didn't he know, the best place to search for food was back in the other direction?!

A little bit of confusion ensued, and all the males were clearly miffed.  But pretty soon the crowd had reversed its route, the ornery clump of females leading the way. 

I could tell there was some competition going on, everyone hoping to be first to discover a superior feeding area.

But no one stopped for very long to eat contentedly.  The manure that was recently spread on this field was likely low on corn. "What does this farmer feed to his cows, anyway?!" Many of the geese were grumbling.  They just kept moving along,  searching the ground but not finding much.  Then I heard one of them suggest that the farmer must have served his cows quinoa.  There was a lot of laughter.  But the lead male (who was no longer in the lead) snapped, "Shut up!"

And from there it was all downhill. 


No one was happy.
I wondered if the show was almost over.
I was shivering now and it was definitely from the cold.
I sensed that the small group of Lucy-Gooseys had had enough.  "Why on earth he brought us here, I don't know," one of them shouted to the others, and just like that, they rose into the air, leaving.

Right after, there was a grand and majestic mass exodus!
My twenty-minute show was over!
I put the window up and drove home.
Ready to blog.
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