Whaddya' Do With A Log In The Fog?

     I'm sure you're gonna' be surprised by this next bit of news, but I'm gonna' tell you, anyway.  Yes, this will come as quite a shock, I feel certain, but when I looked out the window awhile ago, there was a wall of somethin' akin to Pea Soup.  Can't see East.  Can't see West.  Can't see up and can't see down.  (You thought I was gonna' say North and South, didn't you?)  In other words, unlike some of those recent days, when we had fog beyond belief, we have been separated from the rest of the world by a thick cap of... Yup!  You guessed it:  FOG.

     Now, I ask you, did I put in an order to feel as if I am the only one left in the world and hit send... then, forget that I had sent it?  Because I sure don't remember making this request.  I mean, I do admit to having a certain degree of Hermit in my blood.  And, although there are times and situations when I like being around people, I do like some alone time, too.  If you're a writer, you prob'ly understand that.

     But, you know, there's kind of a limit to all things... even good things.  And my good hubby-buddy and I have been in a fog for a long, looooooong time.  No, no.  Not that kind of a fog.  Well, him maybe We are beginning to think there are no other people in the world.  We certainly can't see them.  Shoot!  We can't even see across the road to the next house.  How can you expect us to see other people?

     So, here's the deal:  we've decided to start with a log and build an ark; try sailing towards civilization.  We'll take a few animals; not Slacker... he cannot ride in my ark.  We'll sail for a month or so, until the Pea Soup thins and drops us somewhere.  Then, I'll send some birds out to see if we have reached civilization.  hmmmmm.  You know, that scenario sounds oddly familiar.  hmmmm

     So, if you want me, I'll be in the workshop, carving out the ark.  I have an idea that this project could take awhile.  But at least, it'll take my mind off the fog.  C'mon out to the workshop, if you happen to be in the area.  We can have some cookies and hot cocoa, whilst we visit and wait-out the fog.  'Til the next time, keep a hug on.

Yaya

Frogs In The Fog!

     I'm hiding indoors.  Shhhh!  Don't tell.  I don't want that Ol' North Wind to find me.  He's out there, waiting.  Blowin' at about a million miles an hour and lookin' for me.  That's why I'm in here, hiding.  I thought about hiding behind the snow, but its cold out there.  If you see Ol' North Wind, don't you tell 'im where I'm hidin', k?  Maybe someday, you'll wanna' hide from him and I can keep YOUR secret.

     Funny thing about this whole Extended Winter thing... it seems to have put me into a really silly poetry-writing mood.  Naturally, I had to post one of my silly poems, just to show you how the weather is messing with my brain.  One can only hope that you are not having the same problem with unruly weather.

     Someone, pleeeeeeeeze... SAVE ME!  I don't wanna' do Winter Any More.  HEEEEEEEEELLLP!!!

 

Fog Spit

Fleeg, flag, flog,

I think I ate a frog.

The weatherman

Said, "Get your Tan,"

But I'm wrapped up in fog!

I cannot see before me!

I cannot see behind!

But just before I heard a croak,

My mouth was open, wide!

EW, Ptooey!  EW, Ptooey!  EW, Ptooey, SPIT!

I cannot think of other things with Frog Juice on my Lip.

When this fog's gone and I get home, I'll wash and spit and clean.

Until that time, the fog is thick and I just wanna' scream!

     I hope you're surviving winter.  Stay inside, where its warm and cozy.  And, until the next time, keep a hug on.

Yaya