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Blizzard, Schmizzard
A very brief dispatch from the pasture
Yesterday, during the blizzard, I never once went out-of-doors. All day. That is very rare for me. I get claustrophobic when cooped up indoors.
Although we only got 3 inches of snow the local weather bureau officially labeled the snowstorm as a blizzard. Seriously? Back when I lived in Colorado we once got 52 inches of snow in 18 hours. Now that’s a blizzard! But 3 inches? I don’t think so.
But if it was enough snow to keep me indoors all day then maybe it really was a blizzard. Perhaps the definition of blizzard is not solely dependent on the depth of snow accumulation. There must be other factors. Besides, as we all know, everything is relative. It might not be a blizzard to me but it might be to some of my relatives.
But today the sun is shining in all its magnificent glory. Hallelujah! That means that throughout the day I will be serenaded by the sound of dripping water. Who doesn’t love that?
And today I will definitely be going outside. I’ve got a lot of places to go and things to do. After all, today is the second day of the rest of my life. My new life.
What’s new about it? Well, the biggest change is that I have slipped out of the harness and I am no longer a human beast of burden. Imagine you are a horse who…
