Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Bringing out the Laura Ingalls Wilder in me

It's snowing outside. That might be an overstatement as it's more of a flurry or two here and there, but between the wind and what we will loosely call "snow", my inner Laura Ingalls Wilder is in full force.

Remember the time that they had to climb out of the bedroom window and follow a rope tied to the barn to get their Christmas gifts and check on the livestock? I am living it, just on a completely different scale (with central heat and air, no livestock, no barn and no rope.)

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am reliving a rerun of Star Trek except it is set in the present, No aliens, No Starship, and No fancy technology but I am in search for intelligence around this place.

Anonymous said...

That's funny! I was just on my way to post about my Anti-L.I.W. day! And thanks for the recipe! Sounds wonderful & I'm all about opening and dumping cans...

Anonymous said...

Oh my Gosh...that is my all time favorite episode. I love the end when Carrie gets up and tries to wake Pa up who tells her to go back to bed because it's still dark outside. They then realize it's seems dark because they are snowed in up to the roof.

madretz said...

Funny to know that Little House on the Prarie was filmed in California. Burr, baby, it's cold outside. (It's been getting down in the 20's at night.) ;-)

Anonymous said...

It's colder here, too, but I think you folks up north always get hit worse.

Did the train derailment happen anywhere close to you? We had one a couple of years ago and it polluted one of the creeks really badly causing a problem for farm animals, and then it washed into the lake where our water supply comes from. I'm amazed no one does a report on the news on how often those kinds of things happen.

Anonymous said...

We've been commenting lately that because it is really cold outside, we feel cold ourselves . . . which makes no sense since we are ina house that is warmed to the same temp as it was 2 weeks ago. We humans have creative minds, don't we? brrrrrr.