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Cloudy. Freezing rain...and sleet likely after midnight. Lows in the upper 20s. Light and variable winds...becoming southwest 5 to 10 mph after midnight. Chance of precipitation 60 percent.
Freezing rain. Around a quarter inch ice accumulation possible. Highs in the lower 30s. Southeast winds 10 to 20 mph. Chance of precipitation 90 percent.
Freezing rain in the evening...then a chance of freezing rain after midnight. Lows in the mid 20s. Southeast winds 10 to 15 mph...becoming west 5 to 10 mph after midnight. Chance of precipitation 80 percent.
Mostly cloudy with a chance of freezing rain in the morning...then a chance of rain in the afternoon. Highs in the lower 40s. West winds 10 to 15 mph. Chance of precipitation 30 percent.
Mostly cloudy with a 30 percent chance of snow showers. Lows in the lower 20s.
Posted by puddle at 2/24/2007 02:53:00 pm
Posted by puddle at 2/24/2007 11:29:00 am
Midnight Feb 22/23
Tanner has decided that he needs to make up for the lack of real baths this past year. He has been taking 2 or 3 baths a day, and would live in the tub if I would let him!
We experimented with taking out his feeding tube. It was out for a few days, but I became exhausted with trying to get the 30 oz of fluid in him everyday. He is not a big drinker. So, the tube is back in and hopefully he'll develop a desire to drink...a lot! His eating has gotten a lot better. His favorite food of the week is PIZZA. He'll eat a couple slices a day. I have to make sure there's always pizza in the fridge. He also likes peanut m&ms!
As I type, Tanner is sitting at the desk next to me, drawer open, measuring tape out, measuring the drawer. Oh, now he's playing with thread. Now it's the pins and the pin cushion. Now, back to the thread. He's building a tower out of the spools. This is one cute boy.
This is our sleep schedule, fun.
until later, Megan
Posted by puddle at 2/23/2007 04:12:00 pm
Made It Through Another Winter
yes,when dawn breaks the slot and light no longer moves forward but then swings the pendulum back the cold earth warms, not that we notice, so we mark the wall
or stand the massive stones, and dance by the fire
soon we do notice and by the time our stone and the source, swing evenly to the arc of the stars the birds have noticed, and gather nests
but if in luck we hear them as the snow melts
our blood and water run again as the planet spins its circle and paths cross equinox past
~~ Phil Specht
Posted by puddle at 2/22/2007 11:13:00 pm
Posted by puddle at 2/22/2007 01:48:00 pm
During the rapid spring thaw of 1952, 1300 South Street in Salt Lake City became a river of water with dirt and sandbag boundaries. (Photo courtesy of National Weather Service.)
I remember this one. My Dad's business was on 13th South. That river ran down the street for two weeks. We have family movies of us all on the dirt bank in front of Commercial Equipment (they built Peterbilts). They even had time to build bridges at intervals across it. When I waded it it, it was up to my 11-year-old chest.
The one I have going right now, in front of the house is a good bit earlier, and colder. Ice flows have been pushed into the bridge culverts, and over the bridge. The water is running over the bridge. More rain expected. Fun, I say, fun!!
Posted by puddle at 2/21/2007 03:29:00 pm
Who is Jack Schitt?
For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt? We find
ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!'
Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer
magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They
had one son, Jack.
In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple
produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull
Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a
high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt
Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living
with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as
Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with
a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six
children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout
childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual
The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens
nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.
Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently
returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct
Crock O. Schitt
Posted by puddle at 2/21/2007 01:14:00 pm
Beautiful day! Clear blue, sunshine, and warm (nearly fifty degrees). Which has made my porch, terrace, driveway, and road all the way up to the mailbox, sheer, gorgeous glare ice. May be weeks before I can step out, lol! Am more housebound than I was during the cold! And worse: I need water! Out to set the bucket under the drips. . . .
Posted by puddle at 2/21/2007 12:25:00 pm
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessed face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
Posted by puddle at 2/21/2007 12:01:00 am