Still another one found today.
According to the weather bug on my computer, the temp is 25 degrees. The sound of the wind whistling around the building makes it feel more like 25 below. And the place is covered with ice — both the white kind, and the other, black ice that you don’t really see until you slip and fall on it. This gal is staying inside and taking no chances, even if I could actually walk. As for trying to drive my power chair, I have a feeling I would be skidding all over town in it without even trying.
I took this photo several years ago, just because it caught my fancy. I love things like this, old wagons, old houses, old barns. I had been at a patient’s house when I worked for Hospice, and this old wagon had caught my eye the first time I drove out there, but I…
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