Frazz by Jef Mallett for January 04, 2024

When and if any snow or ice gets here, I’m staying in and living on hot soup! Mail can wait and there is no sane reason to drive on it either. I hear enough emergency vehicles go by in normal weather, sad to say. Guess this weekend I will buy another dozen cans and a couple more cartons of crackers. Stay safe this new year, y’hear!

Where is Dr Spaetzle?

Old enough to have places other people expect you to drive to in a city without snowplows. Old enough to remember the last time the power went out for four days during a hard freeze. Old enough to be the one paying for the damages from the broken pipes.

Old enough to be an essential worker and not get snow days.

I’m old enough to know how to drive very carefully in snow, wear micro spikes walking on ice, and wear layers and layers to keep warm in the winter wonderland.

Well, this old man doesn’t like it one bit. So kiss my behind you little twit.

Happy that I live in central VA. Lots of bad weather seems to moderate coming over the Blue Ridge and we don’t get lots of snow. Icy roads? Yes, especially west of us, but not usually for very long. I’ll take it.

“Wear clothes that are more stylish that warm”? Actually, we stop caring about “style” at all. Warm, thanks.

Old enough to work on snow days. Ice storm….I was sent out to put deicer on the walk ways. Another worked left the building and walked where I had not yet put down the deicer. He fell. Slid down the hill to where I was standing and took me out. I fell hitting my face on the ice and causing my safety glasses side shield to cut into my eyebrow. Security took me to the local hospital for stitches. My injury was minor compared to the many broken arms, legs and elbows in the ER than afternoon. I spent 9 hours waiting (yes I was still being paid!) After finally getting 9 stitches in the eyebrow I called for someone to pick me up. 11 hours work for the day, majority of it sitting in an ER for an injury caused by a safety device.

Keeping warm IS my style, little girl!!

Old enough to have driven 10s of thousands of miles through all kinds of weather, from blistering heat to torrential rain to freezing rain to blizzard conditions, in/on every sort of vehicle from a motorcycle (only tried that in snow once….) to 18-wheelers (that’s an articulated lorry for you, Tater) – and still hate summer & love winter (though my disability now does not allow me to enjoy winter as much as I once did; I haven’t camped in January in 21 years – mostly due to other factors – and now I never will. My camping in any season was ended 3 years ago, alas).

The joy of seeing snow outside is inverse to the amount of work it will cause you.

Funny and True! The definition of old keeps changing the order you get.

I’m old enough to know how to NOT get my car stuck, not care if I’m stylish when I need to be warm, and… well, OK, not in shoveling shape. But old enough to have younger people take pity on me and shovel out my car for me!

I wouldn’t so much care about the distance my butt is falling, it’s the back of my head that worries me…

We live in Kansas and are suppose to get snow tomorrow. 9 times out of 10 we end up not getting it. Or sometimes it’s suppose to be flurries and we get a bunch. Oh well. We both have Covid and are in quarantine. I haven’t had it since 1-15-2021. Anyway, everyone stay safe and warm and I’ll keep my Covid to myself. :-))

Kid appears to be defining “old” as “over the age of 12,” and yes, that corresponds perfectly accurately with about the age over which snow becomes nothing more than a four-letter word that begins with “s.”

I’m old enough to have moved to Arizona. No more snow for me except when watching Christmas DVD’s. And that’s the only way I ever want to see snow again as long as I live.

Previously, some kid had the gall to kill Frazz a “Geezer,” noting that none of his friends had a name rhyming with “Aiden.”

Well, from a kid’s perspective, “old” starts at around 30, so….

When I was in college, there was a sidewalk going uphill that always had ice on it. It was a spectator sport to watch the slips. I probably contributed to the entertainment once.

Old people. Better known as adults.