The Miller Report 02132025

 

 

 Greetings from the Winter Wonderland!

Welcome to the blog, where the snow is deep, and the goats are nosy! Our neighbor's goats have taken to window-watching, possibly critiquing our choice of winter activities.

Meanwhile, our cats are perched on the sill, looking out with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, as if to say, “What are those odd creatures doing?” Don’t worry; they’re just trying to figure out why anyone would want to be outside in this weather!

So, pour yourself something warm and let’s enjoy the quirks of winter in Southington!❤️

 

   • Across my Desk!!

Some off-grid ideas:
Solar, windmill, waterwheel, gasoline generator, natural gas Generac, geothermal, learn to go Amish, hamster wheels, propane heat, propane lanterns, wood burning stove.


No school tomorrow - you heard it here first ❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️

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🌝 Happy full Snow Moon ❄️ (known as such because it falls in the month of February which traditionally has more snow than any other)!  The Moon is full today/tonight, look up, stay warm and try to see things in a new light.



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  • The Reader

The clock struck eight in the evening, and the cozy glow of fairy lights illuminated the bedroom. Bob snuggled under a thick quilt, a cup of hot cocoa cradled in his hands, topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream. A bowl of popcorn sat within reach, buttery and warm, ready for snacking. He opened his laptop and started reading the Miller's Mysteries Blog where the pages are filled with adventure and magic. As he settled deeper into his pillows, he felt the excitement of the story pull him in.

 

 
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Snowball Fight: During a snowball fight, Alex and his friends made a total of 120 snowballs. If Alex made 30 snowballs and his two friends, Ben and Clara, made equal amounts, how many snowballs did each of them make?

 • Now, This Week's Exciting Story

The Dog
by Joe Miller

A Town Hall Meeting in the Local Community Center

The room was dimly lit, with folding chairs arranged in a semicircle facing a makeshift podium. The air was thick with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity as a small audience of about twenty gathered for the town hall meeting. They whispered among themselves, glancing at the door as if expecting something—or someone—to burst through.

At the front, Mayor Clara Thompson, a woman in her mid-fifties with a stern but kind demeanor, stood at the podium. Her brow furrowed as she adjusted her glasses and surveyed the crowd. “Thank you all for coming tonight. I know this is a difficult time for our community. We need to address the situation with the stray dog that has been spotted near the schoolyard.”

As if on cue, a soft whimper echoed from the corner of the room. The audience turned their heads, and a small, trembling figure emerged from the shadows—a scruffy, brown-and-white dog with wide, fearful eyes. He hesitated on the threshold, his body low to the ground, tail tucked between his legs.

“Oh, poor thing,” murmured Mrs. Jenkins, an elderly woman in the front row, her heart breaking at the sight. “He looks so scared.”

Mayor Thompson stepped down from the podium, her tone softening as she approached the frightened animal. “It’s okay, little buddy. You’re safe here.” She knelt down, extending a hand, palm up, to the trembling dog.

The audience held its breath, captivated by the scene unfolding before them. The dog took a tentative step forward, then another, his nose twitching as he caught the scent of the treats tucked away in the mayor’s pocket. With a cautious shuffle, he moved closer, eyes darting around the room as if expecting something terrible to happen.

“See? He just needs a little kindness,” Mayor Thompson said, a smile breaking through her serious demeanor. “We all need that sometimes.”

The dog, emboldened by her gentle approach, finally reached her side. He sniffed her hand, then, with a burst of courage, nuzzled against her palm. A collective sigh of relief washed over the audience, and a few people even chuckled softly.

“Now, we can’t have him living in fear like this,” the mayor continued, scratching behind the dog’s ears. “We need to come together as a community to find him a safe home. I propose we start a fundraiser to support the local animal shelter and help find these strays loving families.”

The audience erupted into murmurs of agreement, their fear dissipating as they rallied around the idea. The dog, now sitting at the mayor’s feet, looked up with hopeful eyes, as if sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

“Let’s show this little guy that he’s not alone,” Mayor Thompson said, her voice steady and warm. “Together, we can make a difference.”

As the meeting continued, the audience felt a newfound sense of purpose. The frightened animal was no longer just a stray; he was a symbol of their community’s compassion—a reminder that even in fear, there was always hope.


As the meeting progressed, ideas flowed freely, and the atmosphere in the room shifted from apprehension to determination. The dog, now dubbed “Buddy” by Mrs. Jenkins, lay peacefully at Mayor Thompson's feet, oblivious to the growing tension outside.

Suddenly, the heavy doors of the community center swung open with a loud bang, startling everyone inside. A tall figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the streetlights outside. It was Charlie, a local resident known for his abrasive demeanor and outspoken opinions. He was flanked by two of his friends, and a palpable tension filled the room as he stepped inside.

“What’s going on here?” Charlie demanded, his voice grating. “You can’t just keep a stray dog in a public building like this! What if he bites someone?”

The crowd shifted uncomfortably, but Mayor Thompson stood her ground. “Charlie, we’re just trying to help. This dog needs care and a safe place. The shelter is overwhelmed, and we can’t just ignore him.”

Charlie scoffed, crossing his arms. “You think that dog is going to get adopted? Look at him! He’s filthy and scared. He’s a menace, and we should be getting rid of him, not coddling him.”

A murmur of discontent rippled through the audience. “He’s not a menace!” Mrs. Jenkins protested, her voice shaking with emotion. “He deserves a chance, just like anyone else!”

“Yeah!” chimed in a young man from the back. “We can’t just abandon him because he’s had a rough life!”

Charlie’s face darkened. “You’re all being naïve. Strays are problems, and they bring trouble. You don’t know what he’s capable of!”

As the tension escalated, Buddy, sensing the change in energy, stood up and barked—a sharp sound that echoed through the room. The audience fell silent, eyes darting between Buddy and Charlie.

“See?” Charlie sneered. “He’s already getting aggressive. You’re all going to regret this. We should call animal control and get rid of him before something happens!”

Mayor Thompson took a step forward, her voice steady but firm. “This isn’t just about Buddy. It’s about our community and how we treat those in need. We can’t let fear dictate our actions.”

“Fear?” Charlie laughed, a harsh sound that cut through the tension. “You’re the one who should be afraid! What if he attacks a child? You think you can just cuddle him away? This is reality, not a fairy tale!”

In a moment of impulsive bravery, a teenage girl named Lily, who had been sitting quietly, stood up. “You’re wrong, Charlie! If we don’t give him a chance, we’re no better than those who hurt animals. He’s scared, just like we would be if we were abandoned!”

The room erupted into a chorus of agreement, voices rising as people began to rally around Buddy. Charlie’s face flushed with anger, and he stepped closer to the podium, his fists clenched.

“Enough!” he shouted. “If you care so much about this mutt, then you’re all going to regret it when he turns on you. You’re putting this town at risk!”

At that moment, Buddy, sensing the confrontation, growled low in his throat, stepping protectively in front of Mayor Thompson. The sound sent a ripple of fear through the audience, but it also sparked a surge of determination.

“Charlie, you need to leave,” Mayor Thompson said firmly, her eyes steady on him. “This is a community meeting, and we’re here to discuss how to help—not to create more fear. If you can’t support that, then I ask you to step outside.”

Charlie hesitated, his friends shifting uneasily beside him. The room was thick with tension, the air electric. “You think you can just push me around?” he spat, but the crowd was resolute, their faces set with determination.

“Yes, we can!” shouted a voice from the back, emboldened by the support of the others.

With a final glare at the mayor, Charlie turned on his heel, storming out of the community center, his friends trailing behind him. The door slammed shut, leaving an echo of silence in his wake.

As the tension began to dissipate, Mayor Thompson turned back to the audience. “Thank you all for standing up for what’s right. Buddy needs us, and together, we can make a difference.”

The crowd erupted into applause, and Buddy, sensing the shift in energy, wagged his tail, his fear melting away as he basked in the warmth of their support. The confrontation had only strengthened their resolve, and now, united, they would fight for Buddy and others like him, proving that compassion could indeed conquer fear.


As the applause faded, a sudden crack of thunder rumbled outside, sending a jolt of unease through the gathered crowd. The lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows across the room. Mayor Thompson glanced nervously at the windows, where dark clouds had gathered, swirling ominously in the night sky. The tension in the air shifted yet again, now laced with a palpable sense of dread.

Just as she was about to address the audience again, a blinding flash of lightning illuminated the community center, briefly revealing Buddy’s wide, terrified eyes. In that split second, it was as if the storm itself had reached into the room, awakening something primal within the dog. With a sudden burst of energy, Buddy bolted from Mayor Thompson’s side, darting toward the open door that had been left ajar during the commotion.

“Buddy, no!” Mrs. Jenkins screamed, but her voice was swallowed by the roar of thunder that shook the very foundations of the building. The dog raced into the night, his paws pounding against the pavement as he vanished into the darkness, a streak of brown and white against the backdrop of the storm. The audience gasped collectively, their hearts racing as they realized the dog was gone, swept away into the tempest.

Lightning flashed again, illuminating the night sky, and the rain began to pour in torrents, creating a symphony of chaos that echoed in the community center. The wind howled outside, carrying the sound of distant thunder that seemed to resonate with the fear now gripping everyone in the room. “We have to find him!” a voice cried out, but panic had taken root, and the crowd hesitated, unsure of what to do in the face of the storm.

Mayor Thompson’s heart raced as she looked at the frightened faces around her. “We can’t let fear stop us!” she shouted over the din of the storm. “We have to go after him!” But even as she spoke, she felt the weight of the storm pressing in, the uncertainty of the night wrapping around them like a shroud. As they moved toward the door, the chilling realization settled in—Buddy was out there, alone in the dark, and the storm was only just beginning.





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Thank you for visiting us today! As you navigate the cold, icy roads on your way home, we hope you carry with you the warmth of our time together.

 There’s nothing quite like curling up by the fireplace with a steaming cup of hot black coffee to chase away the chill.
 
 We truly enjoyed sharing stories and laughter with you, and it felt like a cozy escape from the winter weather. Don’t forget to treat yourself to a bowl of hot soup when you get home; it’s the perfect comfort food for a frosty evening.
 
 And if you have a snuggling cat waiting for you, we know she’ll be thrilled to keep you company. Until we meet again, stay warm and take care!




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Until next Thursday,    
Happy February !!!

Joe Miller 🌲️❄️

Why do we say "sleep like a baby" when babies wake up every two hours? Shouldn’t it be "sleep like a teenager"?