MountainMornings

We got the news out of Minnesota later in the day. It was hard to believe, until we saw the footage. An ICU nurse, filming armed, masked DHS agents pushing a person to the ground. Within seconds, Alex Pretti, RN tries to help but is wrestled to the ground and shot ten times. He had his phone in his hand, not a gun.

I felt the country pause.

First Ms Good, and now Mr Pretti. How can this be happening in a democratic republic? The federal agents backed away, they left him bleeding out on the ground. They didn’t call him a bitch, no they called him a terrorist and Kristi Noem was quick to point out it was all his fault. He was a licensed gun owner after all.

And as if to cover our national shame, a sheet of ice, real sleet, snow and ice descended from the heavens. Non-stop snaps and trees popping, breaking, their branches weighed down by ice. We lost our power early Sunday morning, kaput!

The Bride and Groom came over to escort us to their house where a blazing gas fireplace kept us all warm. Bob had cut off the main water valve and drained our pipes. He even drained the tankless water heater. I brought my knitting and a good book.

The Bride made French onion soup. Plus we had leftover potato soup and chicken pot pie. No WiFi but plenty of tasty treats.

A pottery friend came to camp with us after losing power. Then my daughter and son-in-law went next door to check on an elderly couple. Thankfully, she convinced them to move to a friend’s house who had a generator. Their core temps were low and the man’s mentation was faltering.

This is what neighbors do. This is community, We show up for one another. We don’t allow armed thugs to kidnap people, to kill people on our streets.

We’ve moved again to our sweet cousin Peg and Paul’s house. They never lost power. She baked a banana bread and made us tea. Feeling like a climate refugee, Feeling like I don’t recognize my country anymore. Tonight I’ll take a hot shower

Here’s the view from my BirdBuddy