Blizzard warning is in effect for the South Shore. Schools are closed and the library is closed . . . in anticipation of 14" of snow.
My husband has assured me we are all set. There is plenty of propane for our generator. He has treated our driveway with a sand and salt mixture and the cones are at the bottom of our hill so no one will attempt to come up. The markers are in place so he knows where to snow blow.
He has shovels right outside the back door so we can shovel a path to the shed . . . which he has left unlocked so the locks won't freeze . . . and he can quickly get at the snow blower to remove all that white stuff.
We have bread and milk.
We are ready.
I guess he thought that I was not thinking ahead and also planning for a blizzard. Well I proved him wrong.
I have my book to finish . . . and if I do finish it . . . I have the second in the series waiting for me on my Kindle. (It does take some of the suspense out of the ending . . .
I mean if Mitch Rapp is another book, then I think he's going to get out of Beirut alive.)
I have a mitten to finish and a fingerless glove to finish.
What more could you need for a day that you are going to be stuck in the house?!
Oh wait . . . I've got that too.
Something sweet and something chocolate. (I also know there is a bottle of wine downstairs).
I believe emergency preparedness can have more than one meaning. On this my husband and I seem to have different opinions.
Tomato . . . tomato . . .
Until next time, keep your nose in a book or your fingers in fiber.