WHINE! Whine! Wine?

It is snowing. It has been snowing for hours. Each time I think it's time for moderation... a banner on one of the three columns on our state flag... they predict snow. If I liked snow I'd move to northern Europe, north of the Mason-Dixon Line, Colorado, Alaska or some other uninhabitable place on the planet.
Mea Culpa! We're in great shape compared to the mid-wheast (It's an American in-joke), Northeast US and , alas, the Aussie floods. Still, I've done little lately other than write, make sure I have enough food/supplies to be marooned for awhile, celebrate never-ending family birthdays and generally survive cabin fever. Busy Busy Busy!
And the upcoming wedding in the family, my oldest grandson's, is beginning. First party for moi to attend is on the 19th. The groom had his bachelor party in Vegas last weekend with half the US airports closed and dudes due in from the west coast, North Dak etc.
Most of my current writing still at the back-up research stage. Have six books in front of me and on an important quote, two say his majestie's and two say her majestie's (we're talking 17th century, European non-fiction here so it matters!). Finally resolved that conflict with my 1930s french book. They're both sa majestie so a matter of personal choice. Such is the life of a writer.
Still snowing but I'm good. Have humus, tarragon chicken salad, lots of other food and wine.
Hmmm... need to check on other essentials like when in the world can I dispose of my garbage and recycling.

HOBSON'S CHOICE IS CHOICE

This was a rare morning (I use that last word loosely) because I didn’t take my first cup of coffee on the patio. The patio was being dusted. Briefly I thought I was “in the land of cotton” as in that grand song Dixie but it was only snow. Normally bad weather doesn’t deter me as I then sit in the small, covered portion but I found the sudden and severe arrival of winter ahead of schedule offensive. The snow showed me by becoming heavier so I had no choice but to adapt and enjoy. In spite of the wind that drove it, there was a quiet beauty. I raised my window blinds and absorbed the view from inside in warmth. We don’t expect the temperatures to rise out of the mid 30 s today and tomorrow they won’t rise to 30. I don’t even think of what the lows will be.
I survived last week, spending seven days away from the comforts of home with no reliable TV and only an Apple computer. Rustic, particularly when playing timed Web Sudoku where the delete key is backward from my PC‘s.
Discovered a new favorite film, Hobson’s Choice, last night. It was a bit reverse sexist but Charles Laughton outdid even Charlie Chaplin as a ridiculous buffoon (I’m not a Chaplin fan). I’m not sure yet if he outdid M. Hulot/Jacques Tati but will need to watch that classic again.
Six hours later the snow has continued all day but has slowed ‘though more is forecast. That means a renewed devout interest in religion this Sunday for our young people as they take to prayer… for school closings.