Okay, okay...I'll say it -- UNCLE!!
I know that other forum members in northern climes are reading our whine -- I mean thread -- and guffaw at what we consider a great snowfall. I know...we're spoiled rotten. In between your laughs, just remember that it's all relative. Normal for us is the 40 degrees F forecast for Christmas Eve. I'm dreaming of a green Christmas!
The sad thing is, I know I'll fondly remember this dry cold and the lovely powder snow when the freezing rain hits...Forecast: more whines!
It's now 2pm, I'm only now warming up after our mid-morning trough de-icing, and it's time to go out again. This time we need to tackle the onerous task of takng snow off the roof of lodgepole structure that makes our ugly singlewide look a bit less like an ugly singlewide. Yes, we're paranoid, but the thought of it all coming down on us is a bit daunting...
Keith does the actual work. My job is to hold the ladder steady while he throws vast quantities of snow on top of me...at least that's how it ends up.
This morning we went tracking in our winter wonderland...two silly city people (still), taking wild guess at what sort of animal had travelled our road before us.
Keith managed to make it home from work last night, armed with a new set of chains. When he got up to go back this morning, there was no getting the car out of the driveway. I took this as a sign -- yesterday was just warm enough to melt the top of the snow, but not warm enough to clear the roads, which means that at 5am they were surely slick as snot. Not a comforting thought, especially considering the 30 foot drop-off with no guardrail into a frozen creek.
Here it is, six days til Christmas, and I haven't begun my shopping.
Reporting from the frozen wilderness, this is susanne.
jayne, I keep meaning to tell you how much I love your blog! I can't register, so I can't post a reply there, so this will have to do.
