I woke up at about 1:45 this morning and thought, oh no, I forgot to write the blog!!  I’m not making excuses but…I have my little (almost) three-year old grandson staying with me because his mom just had a baby and I have been SOOOO busy, that I totally forgot!

But this is what I wanted to blog about; today I was sitting in the courthouse, just in front of the metal detectors watching the people enter.  A young woman approached carrying a baby and as she came through the metal detector, it went off.  So she says to the guard, it must be the cell phone.  She takes the cell phone out of her pocket, puts it on TOP of the scanning device that all bags, purses, etc must go through, then she goes around the metal detector and back through without setting it off; picks up her cell phone and continues into the courthouse!   She was not the only one that did this and I just don’t understand what the purpose of the security systems are for, if people can avoid putting certain items through the scanning process.  Can’t a cell phone be modified to become something other than what it looks like?  If we are this lax with security at the courthouse, where else are we lacking in our security?

Last night the hubby and I went to Cabela’s because they had flannel and fleece lined jeans on sale.  If you have never heard of them I’m not surprised, because I hadn’t either.  But Cabela’s had them on sale last  month and Chet went and picked up a pair that he wears around the house on the weekends.  They are great for the winter because you have a little bit extra protection and added warmth if you are outside moving wood or snow.  I wanted them for walking the dogs or when we take the dogs to the park.

Who would think that me the most non-shopping woman I know would be puttering around Cabela’s of all places and finding clothes and boots for myself?  Certainly not me.  I found this three season jacket that was on sale from $39.99 to $14.99 and couldn’t pass it up.  I stood in front of the rack deciding on the size and noticed there was a mirror about 8 to 10 feet away, so I tried on the jackets and chose my size.  As I was getting myself together a woman with a shopping cart and a couple of kids came up and stood in front of the mirror, trying something on.  It was then that I noticed that right where she was standing, there were gloves and mittens.  Since I need a pair of something to keep my hands warm I ventured over.

Then she saw me and realized that I had been over at the coats and that she may have (in her “most shoppers have their heads up their ass way”) cut me off!  Immediately she was apologetic.  “Oh my gosh, did I cut you off?” “I’m so sorry.” 

Then the little devil that was sitting on my shoulder made my lips move and my voice said, “Oh no, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it.”  Ummm technically I was done with the mirror and should have told her so, but that nasty little devil sitting on my shoulder kept letting her apologize and thinking that she had stepped in front of me.  I felt guilty for about 2 minutes, then I (or that same little devil) thought, well if you HAD been using THAT mirror she WOULD have cut you off, so no harm no foul.    Do you think that was bad?

I love the beauty and quiet of the snow.  This morning when I woke up (at 6:45!) I stepped out on the screen porch to get some wood for the fire and I stopped for a moment to enjoy the quiet.  I’m not really sure what it is, but it’s almost like civilization has stopped.  I didn’t hear or see any animals, no noise from cars (or snowblowers, which is what I’m listening to now at 7:30!) just peace and beauty; because when you have enough snow to muffle the everyday sounds of life, that is what you have peace and beauty.

It made me wish my screen porch has glass windows, because even though it would be cold it sure couldn’t be as cold as a screen!  Maybe if I go sit on the pool table, I can look out the window at the beauty of the snow, before the sun comes out and it starts to melt, or the dogs and animals track through it, or Chet uses the snow thrower to move it about.