It’s a given in For Worth that when the annual Southwestern Exposition and Livestock Show hits town, late January to early February, we have “stock show weather.” A few years lately, with the weather so crazy, we have missed it, but today it rolled in, with one more week to go of the show. It may be a livestock show, crucial to ranchers, FFA kids who show their livestock in hopes of winning lucrative prizes and scholarships, and a lot of others from all over the Southwest, but to Fort Worth residents, the show means “Rodeo!” Two performances a day, and some of the best rodeo you’ll ever see.
But stock show weather brings
the city to a halt, including audiences at the rodeo. And the weather hit
today, though as usual we are in suspense as to what directions it will take.
So far it’s been really cold for us—27 all day—and we’ve had spitting sleet and
freezing rain, just enough to have fender bender accidents all over the
Metroplex. In Fort Worth, I have heard of two cars that ended upside down. Schools
in a wide area will be closed tomorrow as everyone buckles down.
But the news reports I heard
tonight said it won’t get much colder, and we will have only occasional precip
during the night. But what will it do tomorrow? A dense band of moisture is
supposed to come through, but it’s one of those situations—will it or won’t it?
Christian and Jacob both have rodeo plans tomorrow, and I had cancelled any
plans to cook for them. Now Christian says he thinks (notice that qualifier)
that he will be home but suspects Jacob will move hell and high water to get to
the rodeo.
Today I was grateful to stay
inside all day, but I was definitely aware that the cottage has hot spots and
cold spots—and my desk is in a cold spot, probably because of the big window
next to it and the French doors just two or three feet away. You think? I have
kicked those heaters in the living area and bedroom (are they perhaps called
mini-splits?) up to farther than I should and have also increased the fan
speed. Plus put an extra insulating blanket on my bed—I had a really cozy nap
today, until Sophie barked at me.
Soph doesn’t seem to mind the
cold. She has been in and out all day (as Jacob would say, “So annoying!”). That
would be okay but if she comes in by herself, she bangs the door open and does
not, unsurprisingly, know enough to close it. If I have to go open the door,
she often stands and looks at me, as if to say, “You want me to come in? I’ll
take it under consideration.” Meantime, I’m freezing, so I break down and say, “Treat.”
She comes right in. But then the rest of the family accuses me of spoiling her.
A couple of things stop me
from enjoying this enforced stay-at-home period, not that I go out that much
anyway, but with the weather like this, I am always a bit cold. And I worry
about friends and family on the roads, even the back streets. This is Jacob’s
first year with a driver’s license, and his car is an SUV, top heavy and no
four-wheel drive. A perfect candidate for skidding, sliding, even flipping, and
I don’t think he’s experienced enough to handle that. Are Texas kids taught what
to do when the car starts to fishtail? I fear not. (Oh, how he would hate to
hear me say these things!)
Mondays are always tough. Why
is there so much news? Why do so many people send emails on Mondays? I spent
most of the day catching up and only proofed two chapter of my novel. Got to do
better tomorrow, and that makes me grateful for an enforced day at home.
So stay warm and safe at home,
if you possibly can, and thank the gods for a roof over your head, a warm bed,
food in your pantry. If you know of someone who doesn’t have those things,
please reach out. And pray the damn grid holds!
