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We're OK

We are among the lucky in Kentucky. (Excuse me while I giggle for a minute because of the whole "gettin' lucky in Kentucky" thing.)

We haven't lost power, or any tree branches, or anything like that. Yesterday we walked around the neighborhood and took some photos. You can see my photos here; Allan's are here.

Today the street behind us lost power when the crews were clearing trees.

Yes, we're fortunate.

A Bit Of Red

A Bit Of Red, originally uploaded by Alison.

I took this photo on Tuesday afternoon. My friend Jeorg has a theory about the freezing rain, but it's not safe for work, so I won't post it here unless things get really bad.

On the other hand, things are bad; we didn't go to see Alejandro Escovedo at The Dame.

I still won't post what Jeorg told me without her permission. Just know that all this freezing rain has something to do with the debbul.

So I Went Shopping

Yesterday I went to the Proletariat Kroger, figuring it couldn't hurt. I'm glad I did. You see, Sunday we got a little snow. School was canceled yesterday, because the school districts err waaaay on the side of caution here, due to the curvy country roads outside of town.

Last night we got some more precipitation. There's a layer of ice on the wires outside, school is canceled again, some towns in Kentucky have lost power, and the local Twitterverse is joking about having a big slumber party chez whoever keeps electricity.

So. Um. Yeah. What I said the other day? Forget I said it. Because snow + freezing rain = something I don't want to venture out in.

Too bad, too. Alejandro Escovedo is (supposed to be) playing at The Dame tonight, and we planned to go. Guess we'll play it by ear.

Forecast: Snow

Allan said to me earlier "We'll have to make a grocery list tomorrow and go shopping, just in case we get all the snow they're predicting."

I might have rolled my eyes.

We live within a 10-minute amble of two grocery stores (the Proletariat Kroger and the Rich People's Kroger, for those of you keeping track at home). I doubt that we'll be unable to reach either store if we do get the 12 inches some are forecasting.

Having grown up in western Pennsylvania before the era of "climate change" (acid rain was our bogeyman), and having attended college in a place that got a shitload of lake effect snow (Woo! Lake Erie!), I'm kind of amused by the semi-panic of Lexingtonians at the first sign of snow. That doesn't mean I'll get behind the wheel of a car, though. I don't like to drive in snow, especially in a city where people run red lights with élan and drive ten miles an hour when it rains.

If we get a foot of snow, we'll be okay. I'll tromp through it to get milk and bread. Anyway, we still have some frozen hens from our CSA share, and the cupboards are not bare. And the liquor store is a mere three blocks away.

Let Me Just, You Know, Mark The Occasion

Woo-hoo!

It's been a long eight years.

PS: There's so much being said out there that I wanted to keep it short. :)

Pretending I Like Sports For A Minute

GO STILLERS!

From The Annals Of That Which Ought To Be Forgotten

Don't ask me why I drug* out my high school yearbooks. It might have something to do with Facebook. *Yeah, I know it's not standard English.

While right now I'm too lazy to scan any pages and post images to teh internets, I somehow have enough time to type a gem or two from the signatures I got, spelling and grammatical errors intact.

From the 1984 yearbook. This was my freshman year, and some of you reading this might not have even been born yet. BWAH!

Alison,
I'll make this short and sweet. Glad we could Be friends. hope we alwas will be. Rember Me Always. ☺Tracy M. [phone number]
Just got a picture of Heather in her bra. looks like she was playing with it.

I can only imagine which Heather it was, which doesn't guarantee that a photo of her in her bra would be a good thing.

Alison,
The Police suck. Algebra was a real shit with BEV. Have a good summer. I won't see you next year because I'm moving. Have fun in Algebra II next year - cause I won't be there. 
Doug S.

I'm sure Doug went on to make an impression in his new school. He was a loudmouth, a popular one, and I'm surprised he signed my yearbook.

Alison,
Your freshmen year is almost over, your'e no longer the scum of the bucket. Enjoy your next three years in school because they fly. Don't forget [Spanish teacher] and her outfits she wore. She looked like a 50s hooker. Good luck in your Spanish career. Have a fun summer.
Dave McG. "84"

Whoa, a senior signed my yearbook! *gasp* OK, it's only because he sat next to me in Spanish (wait, why was a senior in my Spanish class? He wasn't the only one). You know, because otherwise I was the scum of the bucket! And yeah, our teacher wore some crazy outfits.

And one more:

Alison! How dare you always bother me in English and Science! You're always laughing like Woody Woodpecker in English. I should beat you up for cheating in Science on that test. I know this is the second time I've signed your book but I don't care. Go see Howard Jones and leave me alone. Enjoy yourself, Brendan McL.

It's true, I used to giggle in a way that might remind some of Woody Woodpecker, not that I had the melody down or anything. In 8th grade, Doug V. told me I "laugh like a rabbit," whatever that means. I no longer laugh like that. And I NEVER cheated on a Science test, at least not until Chemistry in 11th grade.

None of this is cringeworthy, and I can't find my teenage diaries (I think I may have burned them), but it is a slice of life. And right now it's all I've got for this place.

So I Hear It's Delurking Day

Chris informed me Friday that today's Delurking Day. I know my readership has really dropped, but say hello in the comments so I can know who's out there! And if you have any blog mojo advice, feel free to give it to me.

Jonesy

Jonesy, originally uploaded by Alison.

New Year's Eve at Rite-Aid

I tell ya, this place is teeming with people, conversations, and things that make me laugh. Case in point:

The guy in front of me in line was buying a huge honkin' bottle of bourbon...and a pint of Listerine.