MY BODY on Day Two after Snowmageddon

January 27, 2026

I walked again this morning, again without puppy Scampi, same walk I’ve done for the last few days, 1.5 miles down to the western edge of the IU campus, then into the IMU (Indiana Memorial Union) — a gigantic limestone building where I can go in one entrance, walk about a block, and then out another entrance! This gives hands and face a chance to warm up, and melts the ice off the crevasses covering the soles of my Keen hiking boots.

A part of me wonders why I, an 83-year-old crone, constantly pushes my limits physically. Especially on days like today, much icier than yesterday. One bad fall onto my hip, or knee, and that’s it! I’d be laid up for a long time and may never make it back to tip-top shape which, I’m astonished to realize, I’m still in.

Thank goodness for daily yoga, chikung and taichi! Over the last, what is it now, 25 years, they have rendered every cell in my body in resonance with every other cell. So that, though, like anyone else, I can and do stumble, and today, on ice, even begin to slide . . . I DO NOT FALL.

However, today, icy conditions (thanks to yesterday’s sunshine) offered more weirdness, careful placing over and over again of each foot, almost as weird as walking on a beach; it meant I was both more tired when I returned and in need of a way to get my body back to resilience. So I did my morning yoga as soon as I returned, rather than later.

Why am I going on and on about my physical condition? I do wonder why, especially several times in the middle of each night when I wake up to pee. Because each time, when I slide out of bed and onto my feet, it’s so easy, effortless, really.

I sense that I am in better shape now, than I was three years ago, having added a few more daily exercises since then, plus changed non-gluten diet to include lots of (non-seed) oils and more protein, plus intermittent fasting (18 hours per day).

Also, I just don’t have the expected “aches and pains” of old age. Could this be due to my “chai tea elixir” that I’ve been drinking all day long since late 2019 just prior to the stupid plandemic? The drink that includes both shaved ginger and shaved turmeric? No inflammation, anywhere.

Also, I can open jars now that several years ago, I could not open!

I saw somewhere that the hands and the brain are connected, so that one must keep one’s hands in working shape in order not to encourage dementia. So I bend and twist them in lots of ways, especially during my  walks. (On ice-cold days, this also makes sure enough blood flows through them).

Reverse aging? Possible?

 

 

FEARING FABULOUS FERN

January 26, 2026

Was (is?) this weather event, this so-called “Fern,” geo-engineered? And before that, were the chem trails that I was seeing crisscrossing the skies day in and day out for at least a week, echoed by sky observers in many places, related?

Oh, you’re just paranoid, Ann. Let it go.

They told us we would get 4 to 7 inches of snow. No big deal. Well, we got at least 14 inches.

A part of me wants to taste it. What’s in it? That part of me wants to send a snow sample to some kind of outfit that tests what’s in it.

I do wonder if, just like pedophilia and child trafficking are now gingerly making it into the Overton Window, climate engineering is going to herald the next wake-up call.

Dane Wigington has been alerting us to this for at least the last 15 years.

Here’s his latest:

Oh, that’s ridiculous, Ann. It’s been thoroughly debunked.

Why the chemtrail conspiracy theory lingers and grows . . .

Oh? I remember when weather.com began to use scary headlines to generate fear (False Evidence Appearing Real). That began at least a decade ago.

 

For my part, this snowstorm was undeniably beautiful, and the extreme low temps we are now enjoying/enduring have been no big deal on my daily morning walks. Having lived for many years in a 20-foot diameter yurt in the mountains of wild Wyoming,

I know how to dress for winter weather: hiking boots, five layers on top, one thick or two layers on bottom, heavy gloves, several neck scarves, hat covering ear gaiter, and today, also a neck gaiter that I pulled up to cover my face when needed during my 1.5 hour walk that started at 8 AM, with 8° weather, due to go down to 0° as the day wears on!

Gorgeous. Glorious.

Puppy Scampi, however, didn’t agree. Refused to go with me.

And yesterday. I did not walk yesterday morning; instead I cleared paths for about an hour (it was either that or else go up and down the basement stairs 50 times; exercise is crucial to my mental health!) enough to get between our two houses and one path down the porch and out to just beyond the car . . .

. . . the street was cleared, late morning, with huge buildup of snow at the edges of course.

Then, when I got up from my nap at 2 PM, I noticed that the entire driveway out to the street had been cleared!

Wow. It turns out Joseph and Marita, who live next door in our little village, did that, plus shoveling other paths that get us various places internally.

Before this latest scaremageddon began we checked with Elisha, in the third house, to remember that we have two generators, three large containers of water, plenty of canned and dried food . . .

If we do get into trouble, we can even invite a few neighbors to join us.

I have a wood stove, for which I need to get its pipes cleaned; once cleaned it can be used for warmth. We do have wood.

We’re lucky.

We’re extremely lucky.

I live in gratitude every day.