In which trek sharpies

In response to the weather, I need a pick me up. Let's have a Tuesday Morning Bullet Post...

• We are currently experiencing my least favorite weather: 35°F and raining. Negligible wind. That's a plus. Means the rain is coming straight down. In buckets.



• Local meteorologists are predicting more of the same for the next two days.



• While I was waiting for the school bus on the porch with the Neatnik this morning, I noticed that Number Guy had left the passenger's side window open on his car last night.



• Someone will have a soggy seat today.



• Don't panic, though: he brought a towel.



• I suppose I should mention here that the rain is our fault: we dropped big money on a snowblower over the weekend. This means that it will not snow with significant accumulation here for the next decade or so.



• Our neighbors should be thanking us.



• I'm sure they'll get right on that, once they finish up bailing out their basements, because they are just kind and thoughtful that way.



• Maybe they will even bring me plates of baked good to show their appreciation.



• Or maybe not.



• Regardless, we are thinking of the investment in an expensive snowblower as more in the nature of a weather insurance premium than the procurement of a machine we actually expect to use.



• Work with me here. It's my blog and it's my deluded fantasy world story and I'm sticking to it.



• Towel Day approaches. Be ready.



• Speaking of cars, have you ever been on the road, trying to map out a course of errand action and thought to yourself, "Gee, self, if we just had the phone number of [insert store name here], we could find out what their hours are?" That happened to me over the weekend.



• I did have my cell phone with me but the directory assistance charges on our plan are precipitously steep.



• Why, yes, we are anticipating a carrier change in the near-ish future. Whatever gave you the first clue?



• This morning, I sat down at the computer and searched up the phone numbers for the Wholesale Club Where We Save on Vegetables plus all of those loyalty programs for which I have one of those little key tags then I sharpied the phone number of the nearest location on the backs of the tags.



• And their store hours, when I could squeeze them on there.



• I am now wondering why I never thought to do this before today...



• I have six book requests to submit to my local library. All new releases. My kayak is winter storage. Perhaps I shall swim on over there a bit later...



• Where's my wet suit?



• In my imaginary life, I have a kayak. Not so much in real life.



• In real life, I *do* have a wet suit.



• Long story.



• I had volunteer duty for Neatnik's school's big fundraiser on Sunday afternoon. One of the moms mentioned scoring a winter jacket for next year for one of her kids.



• After school and homework yesterday, I loaded Neatnik into the car in hopes of finding a next size up jacket for her. Not a coat, jacket, nor parka in her size nor even in any of the neighboring sizes, up or down.



• Oh, well. We did nab a cute little white cardigan to go with her First Holy Communion dress while at the mall and a stop at the thrift store yielded a book for a buck.



• En route to the thrift shop, Neatnik spotted a deer on a snow-covered lawn. Good eye, Neatnik!

Well, blog peeps, the tasks of the day are calling my name. Time to toss in a load of laundry and hie myself back to the mall to do some laps. If you don't hear from me soon, send the Coast Guard.

Their cutters will surely be able to navigate the local streets within an hour or so.