There was a Canadian TV show on PBS I'd watch religiously,before I moved to Arizona. It was called the Red Green Show. Farcical, stupid, dumb and dumber-such as one featured segment that focused on 1001 uses for duct tape. The creator of the show and the star did a black and white segment demonizing the Canadian winter with humor. I remember one part where Red would sit out in a snowstorm playing guitar. Falling through holes in ice became a slapstick artform. I even found DVD's of the show on Netflix. To watch with enthuisam, one should be drunk or impaired. In all honesty, I may have been drinking.
Today, I played my own version of -It Is Winter. The dog wouldn't let me sleep in. Dawn kicked the cat outside at 7am for howling, but I worried that my cat buddy would freeze his business off in 10 degree temperatures. Coughing prodigiously from a virulent form of laryngitis, I amble downstairs to let the cat inside. He was super glad to see me. I made a couple of real vanilla flavored waffles, brewed some strong coffee and a cup of miso soup. I threw tofu cubes in the boiling soup water before I mixed in the measured amount of mellow yellow miso dissolved in water. Then I slathered the hot waffle with creamy peanut butter ( my low residue diet because of throat cancer doesn't allow crunchy peanut butter). For fun we went to Wal-Mart. The high point came when a parent escorted a howling kid out of the store. I avoided friends I knew when I worked there, because I didn't want to go through the C routine.
I stared at the white blanket outside through car windows and kitchen windows. I read some and fell asleep in my recliner for a few hours. Poor dog isn't getting any exercise. I dreamed of naked pirate girls. The above photo is 30 minutes of error messages in my attempts to load a pirate girl photo. If the net police are looking for me, I'll say the same thing my santero friend said with a twinkle in his eye as I passed him in the Village Crossing grocery store in Sedona.