Deep Freeze. . .

Like much of the rest of the nation, Mississippi has been experiencing some terrifically and unseasonably cold weather. I blame Al Gore. Everytime that sumbitch opens his mouth the mercury falls another ten degrees.

Although we managed to miss most of the frozen precipitation, the weather has shut down much of the general construction industry here for a number of days to which I am not complaining so much, because it reduces the chances that I will have to stand out in the coldness as I watch construction experts totally screw shit up.

The last time I can remember it being this cold for this long was back in the early 80's when we dropped to single digits for three days. Now, I know you folks in Minnesota, South Dakota and places where REAL winter sets in are scoffing at our plight, but for us, this weather is cold. Damned cold. I'm talking genitalia shrinking cold.

This was Tuesday morning. . .


. . .as I drove to Hattiesburg to watch construction experts drill giant holes in the ground. . .

. . .and fill them with concrete.



Here is the frozen pond at Camp Burning Toast on Saturday. . .



. . .as Beatrice and I tote a bag of deer food out to the feeding/viewing area across the dam. . .


. . .with Wildcat leading the way, keeping an eye out for the beaver that moved in recently. Nils, we have beavers in our dam!

And no I don't hunt, so you hardcore, bloodthirsty deer hunters can piss off. I'm not baiting the animals to kill them, I much prefer to watch them.

And lastly, Wildcat found a place where he could keep his little kitty feets dry after a trip out across the ice. But as I reflect, he's probably got big designs on the bird feeder.


And trust me, cats do have nine lives after a look at the ice thickness. . .

That's one lucky cat.

So, Al Gore, how bout a big ol' cup of Shut The Fuck Up to keep you warm this winter?