this wasn't exactly how we had planned to spend Thanksgiving. We got a foot of snow yesterday, heavy, wet stuff that packed down as it fell, with the shoveling consistency of wet cement. Add to that, the driveway was recovering from a half inch of warm rain, meaning Mud; So we have, basically, hot brownie with vanilla ice cream.
Does not Plow Well. Does not blow well.
We lost the power just after dark and spent the rest of the evening enjoying the ambience of oil lamps and the dulcet tones of an industrial strength generator in the shed, so we could still use the computer, run water, and keep the freezer and fridge running properly.
Today I spent quality time on the kitchen roof getting reacquainted with the view up there. While his relatives were happily sitting down to dinner 80 miles north of here I was shoveling the roof off. While they were swurping up deviled eggs and lemon meringue pie I was bringing in wood for the stoves and shoveling off the porch.
The Bobcat got a serious workout today, working its way across hot brownie trying to remove the vanilla ice cream without digging a six foot hole in the brownie. Not a pretty sight.
All in all, a more productive day (if one must examine such things that way) than if we had gone a-visiting and stuffed ourselves full of turkey and ham and potatoes and lemon meringue pie (one must be polite, after all) if only to keep peace in the family.
I can hardly wait to see what the weather gods bring us for Christmas.