December 9th 10:30 pm
The word is SNOW. Just outside to use the extended roof shovel to pull down some of the 5-7” of snow from off the various roofs and the tops of our cars. Shannon, the snow plower of our drive and parking area, is waiting until morning when he hopes the predicted rain will take down a bit of the accumulation before he sallies forth with his mean machine. Then another set of flurries comes through around 1. According to him. Hmmmm? Most weather reports I’m reading say it will RAIN all tomorrow. We shall see. I’m thinking all of our directors and Jackson will rock flying, driving, and bussing here tomorrow. Art shall prevail! Lisa Portes, Colette Roberts, Leah Gardiner, and Laurie Woolery, safe travels.
Our power went out this evening at a bit past 8. A flutter, flicker and zap! black darkness. Our down the road neighbor Alison and Richard and I were in the midst of a postprandial chat when this happened. Flashlight led us to the oil lamps and soon we were basking in deep vanilla lamplight, taking it all in stride. Lights back on at 9:19. Our power crews are amazing!
It is gorgeous in its prodigiousness, this snow. All the trees heavily flocked. Inside Christmas music. Sort of perfect.
The word is SNOW. Just outside to use the extended roof shovel to pull down some of the 5-7” of snow from off the various roofs and the tops of our cars. Shannon, the snow plower of our drive and parking area, is waiting until morning when he hopes the predicted rain will take down a bit of the accumulation before he sallies forth with his mean machine. Then another set of flurries comes through around 1. According to him. Hmmmm? Most weather reports I’m reading say it will RAIN all tomorrow. We shall see. I’m thinking all of our directors and Jackson will rock flying, driving, and bussing here tomorrow. Art shall prevail! Lisa Portes, Colette Roberts, Leah Gardiner, and Laurie Woolery, safe travels.
Our power went out this evening at a bit past 8. A flutter, flicker and zap! black darkness. Our down the road neighbor Alison and Richard and I were in the midst of a postprandial chat when this happened. Flashlight led us to the oil lamps and soon we were basking in deep vanilla lamplight, taking it all in stride. Lights back on at 9:19. Our power crews are amazing!
It is gorgeous in its prodigiousness, this snow. All the trees heavily flocked. Inside Christmas music. Sort of perfect.
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