I have given up listening to weather forecasts. So far, we will be getting anywhere from 3 to 36 inches of snow, depending on which prediction of gloom and disaster you listen to. I think that's a pretty ridiculous range. Of course, directionally-challenged as I am, I got myself stirred to a froth when they said that Southeastern VT should get 30". OMG! My parents! Me! Then I realized that we are on the SouthWESTERN side. Disaster avoided. Other than we are in a special place that is much higher than even Vermont, fercryinoutload. I guess I will be able to decide by tomorrow afternoon.
My winter storm preparation consists of: polishing (really) my show shovel so that the snow doesn't stick to it and make me say bad words while I shovel away at my two miles of pathways. Multiple times; cleaning and filling all waterers for chickens and sheep; changing the shavings in the nesting boxes so the eggs are not covered by bored, poopy feet prints; putting a nice layer of clean straw in the barn for extended timeouts taken by sheep and llama; strategic placement of extra shovels; filling bird feeders (now have gone through 50# of black oil sunflower seeds and 40# of regular feed and 11 suet blocks - they're killing me!); water jugs filled; roof rake at the ready for the carport; plenty of firewood inside. That is about all I can do.
I've got plenty to do on my snow day tomorrow. I pulled out my cardigan that had never gotten finished. I did my usual slipshod method of sewing the pieces together and it looked like poop. So I had shoved it on a shelf and left it. I pulled it out yesterday, labored over my lousy but intricately woven-in sewing job and got it all apart. Then I put my Joni Mitchell cds on and started resewing it. I got it all assembled and, this morning, started finishing the neck. Hooray! Only five rows to go. Then I need to find five neato buttons. But at least the knitting is done. I got this burst of energy from basking in the sun of a breakfast visit with my friend Maggie Budd. She should bottle her glorious, warm and wonderful energy.*
Since Pepper refuses to wear his sweater for more than five minutes, I will have to have a pile of towels by the back door. I don't think Lovey has seen two feet of snow, so that should be interesting. It will most definitely put a hitch in her giddyap, when she tries plowing through the drifts. My poor southern baby. I have checked my stores of Aleve and I am ready for anything. Almost.
*She got me a Sunday NYT paper for my birthday. You may think this odd, but it has always been an indulgence of mine - made extremely infrequent when they raised the price to $6! I mean, really. As I luxuriated through the sections, it struck me that I had moved in a direction so foreign from what was on those pages, so foreign from the life I used to lead (I lived in the City for four years). It was like reading about an entirely alien country. I love the country in which I live now. Semi-feral, true friends, good food, self-reliance. It is all very, very good.