“Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”
~ Muhammad Ali
The snow was nearly nine inches deep when I last snapped the shutter. I understand the final tally for the storm of 2015 is just over ten inches here in Lexington. Parts of Kentucky have several more inches. Up north they have a little less. Roads are horrible. The temperature is plummeting to single digits, even below zero later in the week. UK called off classes for today and tomorrow. UK called off work, too, except for the poor Plan B “essential” employees.
Stacy offered to make her delicious scrambled eggs and pancakes for our adult snow day brunch. Wally and I headed down the street, and there was close to six inches on the ground by then, just enough to make him miserable. He walked three houses then refused to walk any further. Seriously. I had to carry him, shivering like a baby, bless his little puppy dog heart. He sure isn’t like Sadie. That dog adored snow. Wally does not, well, not this particular snow anyway. At ten inches it’s almost over his head. The poor thing must have a bladder the size of Texas by now. The cats, who normally adore going outside, also thought better of it when Leo sank in over his head. I’m certain I heard him say in his most butch cat voice, “That’s rude!” At which point they both made an about face and came back inside. I am so thankful to have a warm home for them, and for myself. After the ice storm of 2003, I never take for granted how fortunate I am to have a safe, warm place to lay my head. Here’s hoping everyone is safe and warm and loved tonight.
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