It rained last night, and this morning everything is covered in ice. Herman’s face is glazed over, and his charcoal eyes look like glass. Jesse’s car is dripping icicles. Warren took him to work today. This morning before we ate breakfast there were already six or seven accidents on the bridge into town. The bridge Jesse and Warren are probably driving over right now.

(A little humor, because I don’t want to think about that: Our local news came up with this headline about the ice, “Freezing rain tapering off; icy bridges remain.” Phew! I’m glad to hear that the rain didn’t take out the bridges. Perhaps “bridges remain icy” would have been a little better? But not nearly as fun.)

The sky is gray. The ground is slush. The air is still.

I’m staying in until the afternoon, when I need to venture out for groceries and library books (just the essentials). Oliver has decided that my lap is his own personal heating pad. I can’t say I mind that much.

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  1. Posted January 11, 2011 at 9:44 am | Permalink

    Beautiful picture. If ice wasn’t so treacherous, I would wish for it more often.

  2. Mom
    Posted January 11, 2011 at 1:19 pm | Permalink

    Even the meteriologists need an editor. So funny!!! Not so funny, people going to work on icy roads. Not good!!! Stay put!!!

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