Are We Getting A Snow Storm and More

The television weather professionals are forecasting 2" to 8" of snow tonight.  And then more snow tomorrow afternoon and all day Friday.  2" and 8" are a lot farther apart than 6".  Two inches is something to barely sneeze at. Eight inches of snow will close country roads (especially with wind) and that will cancel schools.  

I did go to Aldi yesterday so I would be prepared with my loaf of bread and gallon of milk.  I learned that Tuesday is the day before they stock the aisle of shame (if you know, you know). 

Husband had a doctor appointment this morning and we went to the Amish farm to stock up on eggs since some of those roads are dirt roads and we can't drive through eight inches of snow on top of dirt. 

And speaking of this morning, I got a call on our church phone chain. A family was asking for birthday cards for a card party for their dad who is turning 70.  SEVENTY?  He is a baby! I understand 80. And 90. And , God Bless her, a friend's grandmother-in-law is turning 100 this weekend.  But 70? So I spent a lot of the morning grousing about being considered elderly and mailed his card after the doctor appointment.  

In political news my kindergarten grandson was chosen to recite the pledge of allegiance over the loud speaker in the principal's office yesterday.  He was so proud and we recited the pledge as a group at home after school several times, too.  I was going to attend an ICE protest in a neighboring city on Saturday and was whining because it is four hours long. And it might be a lot of snow and will be really cold.  Now my Indivisible has organized a two hour protest in my town on Saturday so I can attend that one. And I guess now that I realize I am an elderly, I can better tolerate a two hour protest. 

Our Townhall last Saturday. 

I did want to briefly talk about our Indivisible. In November 2015 I thought I was the only person in my town that did not vote for the despicable person. My niece put me in touch with a private group called Pantsuit Nation who planned the Women's March in Washington DC in January 2017. I actually purchased a ticket on a bus 68 miles away that was leaving at 2 am. I had never ever done anything like this in my life. I had never been to Washington DC. I was a registered independent voter!  I knew no one in the group, but made friends on the bus. Our bus actually broke down in some state outside of Washington and we had to cage rides on other buses. My new friend Daisy and some college girls in the seats behind us boarded a bus with a random driver who got lost in the streets of Washington and started yelling at us. My new friend Daisy and some college girls from my bus tried to get off on a corner but only Daisy, me and one girl made it. It was an interesting neighborhood but everyone was so kind, helped us find our way to the march and we eventually met up with the other college girls. It was a day I will never ever forget and we all made it home safely.  

Photo from my camera. 

The Pantsuit put us in touch with people near us and I found out that a bunch of people from my town attended! We all met at a meeting in a living room a month later. The next month we formed a group in a borrowed store front and by spring had joined with the Indivisible organization.  We became very active with local candidates and issues, had petition booths at area festivals, marched in parades and held postcard parties weekly at my house.  We learned how to phone bank and printed matching t-shirts.  Then Covid.  

I had themed dinners for my postcard parties but do you think I could find a picture with a menu or people filling out postcards? 
 Of course not. 

And then I severely broke my arm and, as you read above, I became elderly.  I do help with promotion and phone calls and help with the facebook page.  I attend whatever someone else plans but I can't do set up and take down (remember the fall as a poll worker where I broke my nose?)  Locally they want to appoint me to a precinct chair position but I read the job duties and they include canvassing. And I can't do that and risk another fall.   So the end of this meandering is that I am too elderly to be as involved as I was. 

I guess I only take photos of food at postcard parties?

Can I make clear I am 69 and I personally think I am at least eleven years away from even mouthing elderly.  And this makes me feel like I am being a big sissy baby.  

2018 postcard party at my friend Kim's house, she is in the upper left, I am in the lower right. Kim and I were friends in the 70's & 80's and reconnected in the Indivisible. She was an outstanding art teacher and wonderful person. She had a breast cancer recurrence during covid and passed away. 

ANYWAY - I will finish this after dinner. For no reason a friend and I were talking about cooking when we were first married and I remembered a dish. I got a subscription to Good Housekeeping as a bridal shower gift and there was an advertisement for Hellmann's Mayonnaise. It included recipes and one was for Mini Shrimp Quiche.  I wanted this recipe. I searched online. I emailed Hellmann's who deny it's existence.  I then went to Ebay and looked through listings from the early 70's and advertisements for Hellmann's (yes you can buy a page out of a magazine from the 1970's) AND I found it.  Here is the recipe: 

And here they are! 

At first I was worried when they looked different than what I remembered. Then I remembered I had used cheddar cheese instead of Swiss cheese. 

And leaving you with another Miss Merry method of resistance I had by my front sidewalk.