It could be twenty below, we could be homeless

Today is another one of those days , when the weight of covid winter . the darkness and the freezing rain just mows one down.  ( grumble grumble) I went to the post office on the outskirts of town first thing in the morning, 8:30 am,  to avoid the crowd- the queue of automobiles went all the way to the freeway-   so I went to the downtown PO, waited in the well spaced masked queue  to be told that yesterday was the cut off date for things to arrive by Christmas. 

Driving through down town, the streets are lined with homeless, the Library and courthouse lawn jammed packed with tents, I went down some side streets to avoid them but could barely inch down the street for the trucks and vans parked along the curbs, Homeless, And I am complaining about the rain ??? What a  cry baby!

So damned lucky - not homeless- AND  do not have to live through another Wyoming  sub zero winter if I choose not to. Above  photo is a day in the life when my pals and I went cross country using Cindy's pick up , a toboggan pulled behind, on which we rode. I can't remember who was driving the pick up. Euleta , in her father's military parka, had the best coat so she rode in front catching the  10' snow drifts with  her face. Wyoming probably does not have any homeless on the streets- They would die right quick. Any celebrity  who buys land and ranches there to  "get away from it all " or to exploit the land , as Rue Paul has done, needs to live there all year round- and quit fucking fracking the land. My Queen crush on Rue Paul has diminished to a dim glimmer-  Rue has disappointed . Greedy Queen.Bad Queen. Assholy Queen.

 This is for you Rue! Git outa town- and take that fabulous wig, make up and  wardrobe with you. Sashay away!