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-- Cross-posted at Left in Alabama --
It snowed freaks early this morning. At 8:35 a.m. it continues as hard or harder than ever. I look up from this page and out the the front window to see big, fat flakes furiously swirling, tumbling, banging into one another, falling -- over an hour after the vids below were shot of my and my doggie's morning walk around our neighborhood and into Avondale Park to let Chloe do some serious, off-leash frolicking.
I actually have a couple of small-but-working fireplaces, which I plan on using momentarily. And, yes, milk and bread were bought. As every Southerner knows, before the first flake falls we must all repair to the nearest Piggly Wiggy or Winn Dixie (or, for neophytes, Whole Foods -- but I'm a traditionalist so I went to "the Pig") to stock up on bread and milk. I've been through my share of small flurries and large ice storms in Alabama and for the life of me cannot really recall ever having sat around in a darkened house staring at others while savoring slices of white bread and rationing-out tablespoons-full of whole milk. Nevertheless, we want to be ready.
Vids below the fold . . .
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Anyway, on to the clips (with apologies for the heavy clomp of boots):
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UPDATE -- I think this is funny: on Tuesday past I wrote One of My Best Diaries Ever in the run-up to the Jindal "Response" to President Obama's speech that night. Nary a Rec or comment.
One week before that, I write my Other Best Diary Ever (save for the one about busting Condi Rice for not being able to "speak fluent Russian"). Over a hundred comments (many of them mine, of course) but not that many Recs.
Today I write a diary about SNOW and PUPPY DOGS and, though not Rec List-Worthy, it gets all kinds of comments and Recommendations.
Too funny.
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