FROM AN OCTOGENARIAN

I am starting my blog, at a time, that I am usually finishing it. It is a 11:20AM. I have my frequent, “I don't know what to write about”; but mostly, I have been watching the incoming blizzard. This morning when I let out the chickens, it was raining and blowing. Soon after, a thunderstorm went through; brief but noisy. It has been snowing vigorously for about an hour.

My sheep are going to be mad at me. I have a standing order with my hay man. I call when I want him to deliver. I called him the day before deer hunting season, he was preparing for the hunt. I didn't make it clear that I had no hay. He thought I had a few bales for emergencies. I usually do. Well, anyway, the lack of clarity results in no hay for my sheep. He will try to get some to me this afternoon and certainly tomorrow. Looking at the weather right now, I would guess tomorrow. The sheep in the big pasture will be okay, there is quite a lot of long growth that will remain above, the probable, snow depth, it will sustain them. The four sheep in the North pasture have eaten it down to lawn height; they will have to dig to find grass they can eat. They will be okay too, but if I may anthropomorphize, they will be annoyed. I do have a couple moldy bails of hay, I was going to use for bedding, there might be a few bites in them.

Jamie wanted to some shopping in Mora, so she left to go to town about 7:30, so she could get back here before the snow flew. She said they had a sleet storm in Mora, that preceded the rain and it was quite slippery. The rain solved that problem. The storm, especially, the thunder and lightening sounded worse there. She just got home in time to avoid the snow.

The sky is all of a sudden lighter, it has been quite dark, the snow is coming down in huge flakes, they look like they are more than an inch across.

Oh well, another marvelous day on Planet Earth. I have been reading this Morning about some possible, coming, Earth changes. I will share it with you next week, if I can feel some reliability about the reports. I don't want to be the boy who cried 'wolf '.

Well, hardly a boy. Yesterday, I heard someone described as an octogenarian. I forgot about that word. I brag about being in my 82^nd year, but I never used that word to describe myself. Octogenarian, huuuum.

I dilly, dallied around so much this Morning, that I am going to have to cut this short and do some chores. I have dishes soaking [the waters getting cold] and I should see if I can scrounge up some moldy hay to give to my sheep.

Happy Friday! Celebrate life on Planet Earth.

Love and Peace, Gregg