January 2018
February 17, 2018 I’ve now lived in the South for longer than I’ve lived anywhere else. I think this fact alone should be enough to make me now officially Southern. My first official assertion as such being, my Southern constitution is just not meant for this winter weather nonsense. January was ridiculous. More ridiculous than your average January, which is pretty ridiculous. Hats off to Northern farmers (except I’m still refusing to actually remove my hat and Amin has taken to wearing two toboggans at time), because even though I grew up on a farm way up in the North, I’m still baffled as to HOW that actually works. Somehow, I don’t think I actually grasped the bigger picture peering through the window at my Grandfather shoveling the house out from under a mountain of snow. I do blame him for not properly preparing me for running a frozen farm. In retrospect, I think I just stayed tucked warm inside, venturing out only long enough to build my snowman, slide ...