Mamacita says: Yesterday, I put the electric blanket back on the bed.  Last night, I turned it on because my feet were like frozen fish sticks.  Today, the sun is shining and it’s lovely, warm, and breezy with just a dash of autumn.

Tomorrow, who knows?  This is southern Indiana.  We don’t abide by no pesky weather rules.

In these parts, we go to work in the morning with the car heater on high and drive home in the evening with the air conditioner on.

We wear a sweater over our shirt in the morning, and take it off after lunch. We have hot cocoa at 10:00 a.m. and soda with extra ice a few hours later.

There’s always a light jacket in the trunk of the car because we never know if we’re going to need one or not.  Weather reports mean nothing here.

In Indiana, it rains when it wants to rain, and it’s seldom predictable.  The forecast says rain, you say?  Well, you know what?  Maybe it will and maybe it won’t.

Around these parts, weather is an entity with a mind of its own.  Tell it what it’s going to do and it will stubborn up and do something else.  We’re used to it.  We keep umbrellas in the car at all times, because you just never know.

In my car, as we speak, you will find an umbrella, a sweater, a blanket, an ice scraper, a big flat piece of cardboard (in case of ice) some really heavy geodes (icy roads need extra weight) and a basket of baggies full of toiletries for homeless people, but that last one is a post of its own.  Oh, and two hardbound Harry Potter books for waiting.

The Scouts have nothing on Indiana people.  Nothing says “Be prepared” like a Hoosier car.