Photoessay #241 - Wet and Gicky

Gicky, a technical term meaning cold and miserable, probably wet .

Wet and Gicky here, 42 degrees and raining steadily, steel grey and so so wet. But even colder where I am going next week. In Rockford, it's currently minus 1 with a high of 3 degrees. Aaack! It will be a little bit warmer by the time I get there on Wednesday, high of 18 degrees. My mother assures me that it's warmer in Indiana. What? My sandals and socks are not going to cut it?

I'll make a run through the midwest next week. Flying to Indianapolis (via Detroit) on Wednesday. On the way to my sister's in Lafayette. I've never visited her town or her home before. We'll drive to Rockford on Thursday. My brother will come from Chicago on Saturday with his two kitties, Bogart and Bacall. On Sunday, my brother will drive me back to O'Hare to catch a noon plane home. One stop in Minneapolis, I swore off planes with stops, but I got such a good price, I decided it was worth one stop. Besides, if you tarry at O'Hare too late in the day, the flight delays multiply and pretty soon, your flight leaves hours late. In April, the flight crew got stuck in Cleveland and it took hours, that airport area was SO packed with delayed tired crabby passengers.

Hard to know, do you bring the warm sweaters and the turtlenecks. Much of the time, I will be at my mom's or at Wesley Willows across the street where the heat is turned sky high. In the past, I roast, I am not accustomed to the hot interior temperatures.

Just walked a mile or so with my neighbor in the rain, it's wet but not uncomfortable. And Shadow, my elderly big dog and Danny, her Australian Shepherd. To Danny, everything is a sheep. You must herd it. Bicycles? Sheep on wheels. Kids on skateboards? Single darting sheep. Cars? Fast sheep. She has to shield his eyes to mitigate the instant sheep-herding response.