That’s what the weatherman said, “catastrophic ice event”. Not ice storm. Not a wintery mix. Catastrophic. My first instinct was to see how many sheep, goats and chickens I could fit into my blazer (think clown car) and head to Michelle’s or Dani’s house in the Pacific Northwest and never look back. Then I realized it was too late for that.
We have everything we need to survive it. No problem there. Sure it will be rather inconvenient to keep water available for the animals when the power goes out.
I have plenty of carding, spinning, knitting, sewing and reading to keep me entertained. None of those things require power.
It’s the men folk who live here that I’m worried about. What on Earth are they going to do without computers, internet, video games or power tools? They are going to drive me stark raving mad.
I may have to lock myself in Sheville and barricade the door.