20 « February « 2015 « dianawilderjottings

Welcome to the February 20 edition of the Celebrating the Small Things blog hop, started by VikLit and now run by Lexa Cain, our fearless new leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge
Katie @ TheCyborgMom

Howdy, Neighbor! Where’s the food??

Today I am celebrating the fact that my roof has not caved in and I have not encountered an angry polar bear. At least not yet. In view of the arctic temperatures southern New England has been *cough* enjoying over the past month, I expect a migration that may rise to the level of Attila the Hun’s campaigns. In fact, the drifts are so high, I have a strong suspicion that the pile of snow left by my terrible foe, the snow plow, especially by the mailbox, is housing a family of polar bears, or at least timber wolves (who are wondering, poor dears, when they may expect the caribou to arrive).

You…did say there were caribou here??

At least they are quiet. By day.

I have learned that we will get rain on Sunday with temperatures in the ‘forties, but I have every confidence in the blessings of nature and winter that the temperature will drop down into the sub-zero zones, allowing the wolves and polar bears to practice their ice skating. The bright side is that I will have a source for financial gain, since I suspect people might pay money to see skating polar bears. Or not. It’s cold. However, if they do come to watch, and

they are as obnoxious as some of the folks who have come through here within the past several months, I truly believe that the bears, who are known to be somewhat crusty with pushy humans, will thin the ranks of the cretins and make life much easier for me, over all. If I can train them and the wolves to scoop litter boxes my life will be enviable.