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"Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful."
- Unknown

"That which does not kill you, makes you stronger."
- Handed down through the ages.

"Life's tough. It's even tougher when you're stupid."
- John Wayne

Rainy Post-Christmas Greetings to You!

Boy, from one extreme to the other! Just last week it was in the -20s, and this morning it's hovering right around 32° / 33° with RAIN! What a horrible, treacherous MESS!

Sleep was interrupted in the wee hours of this morning for quite some time by the tcht . . . tcht . . . tcht . . . tchttt . . . tchttttt . . . tchtttttttttt . . . SWOOOOOOSH . . . SPLAT! of the snow coming off the roof. We had - probably - about a foot of fluffy snow sitting on our zinc (metal) roof, but the weight of the sleet and the warm temps have finally prompted it to first inch and then slide off with a sound similar to an approaching freight train! Anyone who sleeps under a metal roof knows exactly the sound I mean, and for those of you who don't . . . well, you'll just have to trust me. It can't properly be described until experienced. But, it's LOUD.

We're supposed to have friends over for dinner tonight - including the little peanut whom I first nannied for (vs. who I currently nanny for) - but I'm concerned about the driving conditions. Especially when they'll have 16+ miles of unfamiliar snow (and now ice) covered roads to traverse to get to us. Trapper Cabin Handyman (Tom) has a snow-from-a-roof removal job this morning, and he'll be able to give a report of the road conditions when he returns from that.

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Christmas was wonderful . . . but exhausting. The good thing is that I learn - each year - how to be a bit more efficient / organized for the coming year in the hopes of being able to sit down more and relax during the course of the day. We host Christmas Day (my folks come out) while they host Christmas Eve . . . Eve. "Christmas Eve EVE", you say!? Yup. We used to celebrate Christmas Eve with them ON Christmas Eve. (What a novel idea!) But then, we realized that it would be more enjoyable for all of us if we had a day in between the two celebrations. So now, we go to them for "Christmas Eve" on the 23rd and have the 24th to ourselves (we've got a nice tradition started with a couple in town - Tom's business partner for the Ice Film Festival).

Here are a couple of pics from Christmas . . . .

The "ease" of taking a family picture when two of the family members are dogs. Tucker was being uncooperative, and Maisy was giving us the cold shoulder. And, I really must apologize for wearing white after Labor Day (HOW gauche!), but I was trying to look like a candy-cane. Kinda.

(Oh, well . . . Blogger [or, more probably, our satellite dish in this weather] isn't cooperating with me posting pictures this morning. They'll have to come later, I guess.)

1 comment:

  1. Yuck, we had the same weather here--it was 34 degrees when I got to work this morning and 28 when I left. Now all the water and slush is frozen solid and I have to watch my step walking to all the birdfeeders.

    I'm glad you had a nice Christmas.


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