The Neon Nurse's Charting

One of our family's stock phrases is to quote the guy in the C. W. McCall song who says, "Y'know I'm not the type to complain...."

You know that about me, right?

So we have been HAUNTING and CALLING the local Wal-mart since last Friday when one of the clerks told us they were expecting a shipment of 300 showshovels. Same story every day, they weren't in yet.

This afternoon when I called, they told me to call back after 9, because there was a truck due in and they could tell me by then if there were any.

Well, yes. There WERE. When I called they had already gotten and sold three shopping carts full.

*sigh*

I guess we can plug on a while longer with our makeshift tools. We are probably not going to get THAT much snow out of the new storm on Saturday and Sunday.

And a snowshovel won't be much help against the 36 hours of freezing drizzle forecast to precede the snow anyway.

*extra heavy sigh*

But hey, at least the roads are currently more or less passable. The school bus DID get stuck near our corner on Monday. And although I was not sanguine about their plan when we saw the SECOND bus coming to get the first one out, it DID work. Just goes to show you, what do *I* know?

At least the Dish Network guy was finally able to get here today. We were missing the feed from one satellite since before Christmas, and OF COURSE it was the one with Mike's most favorite shows. Like The Weather Channel. But he replaced a dish component and a cable he thought must have been old enough to lasso dinosaurs with, and now it's working great!

So that's one good thing.