The above is the scene after a snowstorm we had years ago. It doesn't look like that much compared to what we're expecting to get sometime tomorrow. Right now, many people in my complex have moved their cars to the street, parking on the grass, with some cars having their driver's side wheels on the paved shoulder. (It's technically illegal, but in Stormy weather, who cares?) Yet, there's not enough off-road room for 120+ cars in our complex to be moved out of our driveways and parking lots. So, the snowplows that will come sometime on Sunday through early Monday will have their work cut out for them.
I was mostly prepared for the storm before the weekend. Yet, I had gone to the store a few times, picking up a few items I would need to have good, hearty meals while stuck indoors. The last time that I saw supermarket meat counters this empty was during Covid - which just happens to be when the last major snowstorm hit.
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And now for some sad news...
No, I am not going to mention the second ICE murder in Minnesota. The Orange Snowflake and his demonic minions killed someone whose potential threat (a legal gun) was removed from him before they shot him. I've had enough of our dictator wannabe for now. Instead, I'm going to mention the loss of a minor NYC area personality - Uncle Floyd. The best way to describe him is a 1920's vaudeville comic who took lessons from Soupy Sales, having a show on a ultra low power, ultra low budget UHF station. (Think of the UHF station from the movie UHF, and you'll get an idea of the station carrying Floyd Vivino's show.)
Last night, I was surfing YouTube videos, and found that Uncle Floyd died the day before. Unfortunately, I lived in an area of the NYC suburbs where I could rarely receive his station's UHF signal over the air, so I missed his broadcast show. One of his later (non-TV) performances came up on my feed, and he was funny. (The tune he played was much like Benny Bell's "Shaving Cream", where the song's rhymes imply a "dirty word" would be used at the end of the next sentence, but replaced by something else - in Bell's case, the words "Shaving Cream".
As you can see, it's work staying sane in the USA these days. It's even harder for us in the LGBTIQ community. This is no longer the country I was born in to. And I feel sad that I might have to leave, as I don't want to be among those rounded up by the Snowflake's ICE Gestapo.
