We're hitting near-record/record lows the last couple of days.. last night we got into the 30s. Even Elliot came in! (And actually, Kitten wanted out. I felt bad, like she didn't know what she was getting into, but I gave her plenty of chances to come back in... That damn Oreo must emotionally bully her so.)
It was something like 40 when I went to work today. Oh my god. I was only wearing a tank top and thin coat, so... Jesus. It's now 53. This is ridiculous. You should see everyone around here, walking around with their winter coats. It's really quite the spectacle, not to be repeated for years. Well, actually, we'll whip them out again next year when it gets down to the 50s, but it won't get into the 30s again for a long time -- hopefully.
Ellie slept in bed with us. He did happy paws all over the bed, violently. He's pretty cute. You have to trick him into coming in, and then the second he's in, he's like, "Ahhhhhhhhh!" and all happy. Stomping all over the bed, demanding we pet him, burrowing under the blanket, biting our thumbs while we sleep. Pretty weird little fella. He's actually spending the day under the bed today since he wouldn't come out for anything, including wet food. Hey, whatcha gonna do?
Anyway - burr. I know it ain't no -17, but 38 is just as bad when you're used to 80!
the next few days we're getting 3 different storms and gonna have record wind gusts, up to 60 mph. They're gonna be getting like 10ft of snow in the sierras.
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"