It was Tuesday morning. A wet snow was falling. I felt and heard a distant rumbling. I looked up at the time being flashed on the ceiling by my atomic clock. It read 1:53 A.M. I jumped out of bed to see what was the matter. It was a cute little man driving a red truck with a plow on the front. Yep, it was Grasshopper No.3 plowing my driveway for the first time this snow season. He told me several weeks ago, “Dad, I will take care of you”. He did!
Your Mom dedicated Wednesday to decorating the house for “the season”. She waived her wand, sprinkled a little pixie dust and suddenly it looks like Christmas. Christmas figurines, candles and memorabilia from Christmas past. And then there are the lights. Lots and lots of lights. The Electric Power Company called to thank me for using extra power.
The Green Bay Packers play Sunday at noon. Temperatures are supposed to be 17 degrees and some wind. Oh, yeah! There is also snow predicted. Normally, with Rogers out, I wouldn’t give the Packers a chance, but the wimpy Atlanta Falcons are coming in and they are used to playing in an indoor stadium. I think the Pack has a chance.
I am sure you guys are aware of the phenomenon, but I am new to the game. I ordered replacement checks from my local bank account. I was told that I could pay $11 for priority shipment (2-3 days), $5 for express shipment or I could use the “standard shipping option”, which was free but it might take 11-12 days. I, of course, took the “free”. The checks arrived in 5 days. Really? Somebody is making a bundle on shipping options. I experienced the same thing on Amazon orders.
Stay warm.
Love,
Dad