My sister posted this photo on Facebook the other day:
The caption said that it was an ice wave on Lake Michigan. No one questioned this, but when my brother tried to find the location so he could hike out and see it, he found that the photo in fact was taken in Antarctica.
But it is that kind of winter, the kind where any tall tale seems credible.
“Minnesota Man Freezes Balls Off”? Completely believable.
“Ohio Dog Frozen to Fire Hydrant While Peeing”? Well, sure.
“Mobile Bay Freezes Over”? Makes sense to me.
It is that kind of winter. I mean, this photo was NOT taken in Antarctica, but on Lake Michigan:
I am nearing the end of four consecutive days off work, and boy did I need them. I was tired of Winter before the actual solstice; it started early and hard and has not let up, in neither snowfall nor frigid tempertures. I don’t remember ever being this exhausted from carrying mail. I return to work on Tuesday, when it’s supposed to thaw, and then am off for two days so I can go to Steubenville to see Tom Storck speak at Republican, er, Franciscan University, and hopefully by Friday the spell will be broken and life easier…