Dear Mr. Hanks,
When I moved to Texas, this is what I imagined I would find: Cowboys, dirt, oppressive heat.
(More trucks than wagons, I do admit, but there are always crew cabs and SUVs.)
Of course, it would have brightened my experience to find that you were the one who delivered the daily news, riding through town on horseback.
Err......snow-covered horseback.....
Actually, maybe the Polar Express...
What just happened?!?
5 days of freezing temperatures, 4 inches of snow....
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| Preparing a cold drink |
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| Making a new friend |
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| Going for an icy swim |
Rolling blackouts, loss of electricity and heating for prolonged periods....
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| Sleeping in a tent under my bed for warmth |
I know that fireplace I have must be good for something......🤔
I just don't know if I have what it takes....
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| Heating my food over an open flame |
I've lived through a winter in Nebraska, but somehow no one ever explained to me the need to drip faucets to keep pipes from freezing. Yet here I am conserving even my droplets because now there are water shortages from broken pipes and loss of electricity at water treatment facilities.....
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| This is how we do winter |
I was expecting Cowboy boots, not snow boots.
I was prepared for dirt, not ice. For oppressive heat, not freezing cold.
I was prepared for dirt, not ice. For oppressive heat, not freezing cold.
Mr. Hanks, I must say I had the wrong idea about Texas.
But perhaps you can still brighten my wintery experience by bringing me warmer and happier news of the world?
By horse or by train, by trolley or by plane, please accept my invitation to come for a visit.
But perhaps you can still brighten my wintery experience by bringing me warmer and happier news of the world?
By horse or by train, by trolley or by plane, please accept my invitation to come for a visit.
I will be glad to hear your tales.
May the horse be with you,
Lindsay
May the horse be with you,
Lindsay
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