As I sit here in a toasty warm house (thanks to the wood boiler that’s finally working properly), those outside are battling severe conditions here in southern Indiana. Current temps are brittle cold. How cold is it, you ask?
It’s poop on the deck cold!
Granny Dharma requires an escort off the deck no matter the weather. I bundled up and took her to the yard where she walked the fence perimeter sniffing for the perfect spot to take care of her business. She then came back up on the deck and pooped in a snow drift right by the door! Being a dog mom to this crew ain’t easy. 🙄
Life used to be easier!
I’m the baby of our immediate family. My brother, almost 5 years older than I am, had all the privileges and I wasn’t allowed to do shit. I couldn’t understand why I had all the restrictions and couldn’t do the same things he was allowed to do.
I remember a time I couldn’t WAIT to be 13… a teenager, y’all. Then 16 couldn’t come fast enough so I could drive a car. Next milestone was to be 21 so I could vote, purchase alcohol and go to a bar. I remember Mom, when listening to me whine about wanting to being older, always telling me I was wasting the best years “wishing my life away.”
Hate to admit it, but Mom was right — about that anyway. 😉
Now you know: Dan Burros, the third highest ranked member of the American Nazi party in the 60s and grand dragon of the New York Klan, killed himself after the NYT revealed he was in fact a Jewish man that went to Hebrew school and even had a bar mitzvah.