Ice storm...

Yesterday the weathermen predicted ice storms followed by snow starting late last night. I made a quick trip into town for milk (or in my case rice "drink"). Wes was almost out of milk and I was out. If the storm is going to be as bad as they predict then I knew I wouldn't be heading into town anytime soon.

This is still something that I am getting used to out here. Growing up, we had a constant supply of milk. Mom just brought a pitcher back with her from the barn when needed. Now, I don't worry about how much meat I have in the freezer, but I do need to keep tabs on the milk when a storm in coming. I also learned I need to keep tabs on diapers, wipes, and baby food before a storm hits.

It started raining when I headed into the grocery store last night and it really hasn't stopped since. This morning it was foggy and I couldn't even seen the barn up at the feedlot from the house. This evening it turned over to snow. They predict between 6 and 14 inches of snow. I think I should be a weatherman because that sure seems like a big range. Apparently, they have no idea how bad it is going to be.

Wes had to run blood samples to the post office before 4 pm. (We check the cows for pregnancy by drawing blood sample.) Last words out of my mouth when he left were, "drive safe." About 5 minutes later I got a call. "Call dad. Tell him to get a chain. I'm in the ditch by the curves."

I called Gene. Then I called Wes back and asked if he was in the west or east ditch. The west ditch is a creek. Thankfully, he was in the east ditch and had only been going 20 mph. Gene got him out without a problem. And away he went to the post office.