Ice, Ice, Everywhere . . .

Ice, Ice, Everywhere and not a drop to drink . . . whoops, got that quotation wrong!

Ice, Ice, Everywhere and Not a Grain of Salt!

For Marash Girl, who ALWAYS keeps a bag of salt on her porch for just such ice emergencies as today, finding no bag and no salt on her porch was disastrous!  The stairs are slick with ice, the sidewalks are slick with ice, the cars are slick with ice, the roads are slick with ice . . . and ironically, the hardware store is slick with ice melt -- lots of it!

Marash Girl will have to wait until the ice melts in order to make her way down the stairs, across the sidewalk, up the driveway, into the car, up Maple Avenue, across Washington Street . . . well, you get the picture . . . to the hardware store to purchase that ice melt . . . with hopes that no-one will once again "borrow" the ice melt from her porch, where it's stashed all winter . . . or was stashed until the ice storm arrived!

Brings to mind that old fairy tale about the princess who loved her father, the king, more than salt!