Dearest Mother Nature – Really? This weather you are throwing at us is outrageous. One day it’s in the 70’s and the next day it’s in the 30’s. Daddy says you are going through – what did he call it? – menopause. He says that’s the only way to explain the vast difference in temperatures. I can’t tell you what mommy called it – it was a bad word.
Yesterday here it was beautiful. It was the first day it hasn’t rained. Which by the way it has rained so much that I think I’m sprouting feathers and quacking now instead of oinking. Today when mom went to work, it was so dark I thought it was night. Nope, it was the same time that she usually leaves. It was dark because it looked like the sky was fixing to fall out with thunderstorms. Lovely.
You know there are medicines that you can take for these mood swings. If they don’t help, maybe you need to see a professional instead of taking this out on everyone in the world. I’m just sayin’.
Oh friends – the south has scored again with The Great Snowmageddon 2016. It was scary. We had warnings early last week that it could possibly be bad – especially here in the north Georgia mountains. By early hours Friday morning, the winds were picking up and the rains had moved into the area. Schools, businesses and state government were either shut down or shutting down early. But never fear, mom’s work didn’t think along those lines and she had to go to work. Snorts – poor mom.
She went into work and nothing happened all day. The weather just maintained and quit raining. It looked so good when mom left work, her and dad decided to go out to eat for dinner. During dinner, that’s when the fat lady started singing and it started snowing. Patrons of the restaurant flocked to the windows to look at the pretty white stuff falling from the sky. I mean heck, living in the south we just don’t see that. And the philosophy of the south – we see one snowflake and the city shuts down. Mom even video taped part of the action for me to share… enjoy this video.
So it was late at night, the snow was coming down. It was raining in between. The winds were blowing something fierce. Us anipals were not amused at any of this. We all went to bed that night thinking the worse for Saturday morning – which I might add that morning Houdini had an appointment at the Spa – which he really needed – snorts.
The next morning, mom/dad are laying in bed listening to the wind when mom’s iPhone goes off. She received a text from Houdini’s groomer saying they were cancelling all appointment due to the inclement weather and he would be rescheduled next week. Receiving this call, mom looked at dad and shook her head. Neither one of them wanted to get out of the nice warm big bed to investigate how bad it would look outside in the elements. Mommy finally ventured to the back door and looked out on my magical kingdom and deck. Really? Well, we did have some white stuff out there – not in the yard or trees but the deck. Does this count?
Mom then felt brave enough to venture out the front of the house to look at traces of Snowmageddon 2016 in the South. Okay, if you look closely in this picture, you will see some white stuff. Look close – bottom of the picture towards the front porch. There you go. That’s snow… or what the meteorologists call snow.
Mom went outside in her slippers and bathrobe to check out this mysterious substance. And look what she found on the back of the Jeep – more snow. WOW – it really did come down in buckets here at the Hotel Thompson, you think?
But then it dawned on mom – the psychic meteorologists said there was ice too out there and to be watchful of driving. Some even said you may not want to leave the house in fear of the ice. So knowing mom’s profession, she put on her Inspector Gadget hat and borrowed dad’s magnifying glass. So let me set the picture my friends of my mom.
Bright and early Saturday morning, wind is blowing, mom is wearing her fuzzy slippers and her bathrobe that covers her from head to toe, Inspector Gadget hat and dad’s magnifying glass walking around the front yard like she is looking for fingerprints on the grass. That’s when she spots it – the infamous ICE. Here, I blew the picture up for your convenience so you can see it. ICE in the south. No wonder the city shut down! Snorts with piggy laughter.
Dearest Mother Nature – Really? This weather you are throwing at us is outrageous. One day it’s in the 70’s and the next day it’s in the 30’s. Daddy says you are going through – what did he call it? – menopause. He says that’s the only way to explain the vast difference in temperatures. I can’t tell you what mommy called it – it was a bad word.
Yesterday here it was beautiful. It was the first day it hasn’t rained. Which by the way it has rained so much that I think I’m sprouting feathers and quacking now instead of oinking. Today when mom went to work, it was so dark I thought it was night. Nope, it was the same time that she usually leaves. It was dark because it looked like the sky was fixing to fall out with thunderstorms. Lovely.
And let me tell you about Albert, mom’s Smart car. Mommy has not driven him in 8 days. Why? Because with your winds, your rain, your up and down temperatures, dad thought mom would be safer in Tank, the other car. So you see now Mother Nature you are ticking off Albert. He wants to run and he can’t.
You know there are medicines that you can take for these mood swings. If they don’t help, maybe you need to see a professional instead of taking this out on everyone in the world. I’m just sayin’.
Welcome my friends to my monthly Bacon’s Tales of Terror. Usually I have this posting on the 13th of the month but it got a little delayed with the holiday. Hope all of you had a sweet and loving Valentine’s Day. But now, let’s talk about something opposite of sweet and loving. Let’s talk about scary and horror shall we?
It’s winter time outside. We’ve all experienced the weather – the cold – the snow – the rain. The non-stop up and down of the weather. Hot one day. Mild the next day. Cold and wet the next day. All of this which causes us to be sick and stuck in bed.
So there you are one evening, stuck in bed being sick. You’re coughing and sniffling and perhaps drinking some orange juice. Anything to make you feel at least one bit more of a human. Then it happens. With the storm outside brewing up, the electricity goes off. All is now quiet and dark. But you’re okay. You’re tucked away all warm in your cocoon of blankets in your nice comfy bed.
Then the rain starts up. The gentle swish at first but then the winds come in to play. Now you hear the tap-tap-tap against your bedroom windows and on your sliding glass door that overlooks your secluded backyard. But hey you’re fine all tucked in your bed.
The winds get stronger. The rain gets louder. The thunder comes out play. You hear scratching at your sliding glass door. But it’s okay you tell yourself. It’s probably the rain and maybe a little sleet is mixed up with everything. You shrug your shoulders, blow your nose and get more comfortable. But the scratching noise gets more persistent with the storm. But it’s still okay with you because at this point in your life in being this sick, death would be welcome you joke. You finally fall asleep.
You awake the next morning feeling somewhat better, not as congested and the storms have passed. You sit straight up in your bed, stretch and look out your sliding glass doors. What do you see? Hand marks coming down from the top like in this picture. You remember all of the scratching noises from the night before that you thought was the rain and/or sleet. Was someone trying to get in? Did they see you laying in your bed? What do you do my friends? What do you do?
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
Dearest Mother Nature – Really? This weather you are throwing at us is outrageous. One day it’s in the 70’s and the next day it’s in the 30’s. Daddy says you are going through – what did he call it? – menopause. He says that’s the only way to explain the vast difference in temperatures. I can’t tell you what mommy called it – it was a bad word.
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