UPDATED Live Report from Bloggingham Palace ~ Blog Angels, Batteries and Cheese Toast

Monday morning outside at left. More updated photos below. This how it all started:

5:30 pm Sunday evening
As the



unexpected snowstorm of the century
approaches, I want you to know I'm on it. Reporting live and watching every little winter crink in the sky approach the castle. So far this is what I see.

Nada.
But not to worry....
I'll be here 'til the last snowflake falls, till the last tree branch breaks, 'til the last can of beanie weanies ...uh....beans.
Pencil Skirt is on it.

I just hope I don't fall down.

Update: 12:30 am Monday morning... Look what we have here. Brrrr! It's cold (and dark) out and yet I risk life and limb (ha!) to step outside the palace walls and report this March snow phenomenon to you.

Heavily laden with ice and dangerously close to the castle - the limbs are beginning to worry me a bit.
Maybe I should sleep in the dungeon tonight.

I peek around the corner and see....

A fresh clean slate to walk upon.....
quiet
lovely
midnight
magic

The universe is asleep
and
I have electric insomnia.
Do you feel it?

2:00 AM

It is pouring snow. The power lines are dipping and swinging a bit.
Not to worry. I have lots of candles and blankets.
Won't you spend the night and have a little blogjama party with me?

We could make blog angels in the snow.

All is peaceful in Bloggingham tonight.

Good morning to you.
Monday morning 11:30 am

Hitting the highlights. I step outside and walk 5 steps and twist my ankle.
I scream. I stop. I scream again. And then I say something unbloggable.
I THINK it's OK now. People, I walk 4 miles a day for exercise, why can't I walk in the snow?


After the pain and nausea ended (stop laughing) I aimed my camera at a few things. Doesn't that sound sophisticated?
The batteries died.
New batteries.
Uh huh.

Stop laughing.

I turned my twisted self (sorry Dawn) back into the house and said something unbloggable. I now have exactly 16 batteries recharging all over the house at one time.

Stop laughing.

I am nothing if not determined.

I have more coffee. I repent for what you didn't hear. I grab the camera phone. We go outside. I'm afraid the snow is going to melt before I find batteries and salvation. I find this lovely ice sculptor on my grandfather's boxwood bushes out front.

I hear a beep.
I hope it's my grandfather calling from the great warmer beyond. (Heaven has space heaters ya know....)


The phone battery is dying.
I kid you not.

I go back inside. It is not pretty.

1:31 PM

It is STILL snowing here.
I charge the phone, take off my boots, warm up my nose and drink more coffee. Truth be told, I felt like crying but I didn't. Ya wanna know why? Because I went to the refrigerator to get some cheese to make cheese toast. I dropped the stick of butter in the floor (oh. yeah. it.was.the.last.one) and all of a sudden I burst into laughter looking at the margarine mess and couldn't stop.

I am nothing if not insane.

At this moment there are 16 batteries still laughing at me plugged into their little warm snug spaces in the walls and I'm hungry for cheese toast with a slightly sore right ankle.

But what did I promise you?

Neither sleet nor hail nor locusts nor snow banks nor slippery Melanis would keep me from reporting the storm of the century.

I'll be back.

I need to clean up the butter.

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