A blog of no uncertain musings. What goes on in my mind is often a source of wonder to me. |
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My mind and my life are wondrous things ... as are yours, I'm sure. I have more slips of paper and pages of notebooks with musings and thoughts than I really know what to do with. Someone, actually several someones, have suggested I start a blog ... or a journal as a means of focusing some of this mental energy. To be honest, I don't even know what the difference between a 'journal' and 'blog' is--or if there even is a difference. Read on, my friends, and you can judge for yourself whether it even matters. And so .... ![]() I'm JACE. Yep ... that's me! And somewhere in all my writings my last name may be posted. But I'll just leave it at Jace for right now. I'm 71 years old and heading full tilt to 72. It's strange that while I'm going through some rather serious medical issues, I still consider myself to be in the prime of my life--pretty good shape physically AND mentally, though I don't run for competition anymore Guess you just have to be patient until such stuff leaks out. Well, one can hope.... |
| Well, though not receiving the full measure the weather folk promised, we did get about six inches of snow. That will suffice my needs for the moment. Those who may not know me, know I complain about the lack of snow here in Missouri. I miss the snow we used to get in Maine. South-central Missouri just doesn't get much snow; but we often get ice. At least this storm, the ice was way south. My daughter lives just south of Dallas and she sent pics of the sleet and ice they receive. Sorry, Val, but you can keep it. That said, now a whine. It's too dang cold to be outside shoveling snow. Usually when we get any snow, the temps are in the teens and 20's. I can bundle up for that. But right now the temp is minus 12 wind chill. And it's supposed to get colder tomorrow. I did try out our leaf-blower on the snow last night. It works great on powder up to about two inches. Beyond that, it tends to blow the top layer which just blows back into my face. Even the path I shoveled to the mailbox is all covered over. It's a good day to get some writing done. |