Cabin Fever?

No, it couldn’t be, here in the deep South. Cabin fever happened when one was confined to inside quarters for days, weeks on end.

So far this winter has been colder for longer than I can remember. Major highways iced up, severe wind chill, and at least one more night of this.

Why is it even an issue? Northerners are used to it, shrug it off every day. Here, the houses aren’t designed for extended periods of sub-freezing weather. If temps go under twenty degrees, pipes could freeze.

Snow removal equipment is non-existent.  Businesses and schools are closed.  After tomorrow, things will change for the better.


A Cloudy Thursday

Weather is about to turn cooler–typical for fall. My two dogs are barking at every move the contractor makes across the street. That’s their job I suppose–to watch the neighborhood.

An observation: This blog, after five-plus years, has matured. Not that there aren’t any more mountains to climb. I just don’t feel the same urgency to publish something new every day. A bigger concern, is to avoid repeating myself.

Several bloggers, I followed, disappeared, or no longer actively publish, for reasons known only to themselves.  Situations and people change.  Five years are a long time in the blogging world.

Still Standing

It’s before sunrise. I’m a little bleary-eyed. Most importantly, I’m still here, after being battered by Hurricane Nate.

The storm bullied its way through during the early morning hours.

Electric power stayed on, as far as I can recall. I went to bed around eleven last night.

Was there any damage? Daylight will tell the story. A foot of rain came down in my area overnight, and there may be some tree limbs down.

I’m grateful we’re still here.  Hope this tropical weather season comes to an end.

Playing the Odds

Outer bands from Harvey arrived early this morning.

To say I’m not concerned is an understatement.

Weather forecasters aren’t always on the mark, when they say–up to ten inches of rain between now and Friday.

I’ve never heard a TV meteorologist apologize when their predicted, two feet of partly cloudy, fell as snow on streets and driveways.

We’ve been through flooding rains before. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t want my house to flood again.

Harvey, doesn’t seem to want to go away.

Big, Bad, Bugs

Deep Southern

Monsters crept

Palmetto bugs


Gigantic roaches

Large stink bugs

With airfoils on

Their, back legs

Flew further, to be

Even more annoying

Fire ants in giant

Ant hills, bit with

Ferociousness of

The devil himself

Never ever went away

The topper of them all

Was the mole cricket

Weird, burrowing insect

With mole-like front end

Cricket-like back end

A face, not even

A mother could love