Sunshine was welcome this morning after days of overcast and threatening skies, but temperatures plunged as fast as the clouds parted. It’s zero degrees at the Outpost, with a wind-chill factor of 16-below. How cold is that? Well, don’t forget the ice pick when you take Hoocher for a walk, so you can chip him free of his bathroom tree. Okay, perhaps I exaggerate, but you get the idea.
We’re looking for 20-below or worse before The Chairman and Vice-Chairman return from their winter interlude in Hawaii. By the time they’re home, balmy winter weather will be upon us—the 20-degree range. Must stop at Walgreen’s and pick up salt tablets and sunscreen.
Meantime, parental units, if you put down your pina coladas long enough to check e-mail, know that The Senator and The Governor are doing just fine, and so is Hoocher. No meltdowns to report; not even a few memorable phrases. Hoocher’s not eating his dry food, as you thought, but he strategically places himself slightly behind and between the boys at mealtime for the expected result.
Hoocher’s my special buddy, for reasons unknown, but you might want to pick up a replacement supply of doggie treats en route from the airport.
Note: those wide steps to your basement may be good for safety, but poor Mr. Slinky can’t make it down all by himself. Oh, you know that compressed-air pistol that fires the soft-foam darts? The Governor is quite good at pulling the trigger, and I’m certain he’ll soon understand the concept of aim. For now, The Green Goddess has requested that I h…i…d...e those d…a…m…n things. She knows that the missiles are soft but also is aware of their launch velocity. Frankly I don’t understand her concern; that last discharge really didn’t come that close, even though it was nearly point-blank.
The Senator had to be awakened at 9 a.m. today, and he gave every sign that was too early. Wake-up discipline was applied, because Friday is a school day, and 7 a.m. comes a lot earlier than 9 a.m. Bedtime tonight will be earlier than last night. (I’m sure you’re not interested in the details of time, which is so very fugit.)
Excuse me; this must be posted post haste. An emergency: The Governor just arrived to ask, “Aren’t you going to fire up T-Rex,” the boys’ dinosaur program.
I would just like to comment that the Professor and Green Goddess are a couple of troopers. It is well below zero and I look out the window and there they all are. The Professor, Green Goddess, Senator, Governor and Hoocher out for a stroll as if it were a balmy 72 degrees. I'm so happy that they are my grandchildrens other grandparents.
Posted by: Nana at January 13, 2005 10:51 PMConsidering the rather alarming descriptions of the current climatic conditions, shouldn't you be concerned about mental instability? ;-)
Posted by: aelfheld at January 14, 2005 10:21 AM