Last Thursday it began to snow. It continued to snow until we were covered in 15+ inches of heavy, wet, white stuff. I don't know that I have ever seen such damage done by any of the storms that have hit my area in the 12 years I've lived on LLF. And - wait for it - we are due to get another 10-18 inches starting tomorrow into Thursday. Will the fun ever stop? Let's hope so.
|There's a barn behind all that.|
|Maybe the worst of all|
|Hanging on by a thread|
|There were no branches there|
It was a long and back-breaking weekend, with much shoveling and re-shoveling. The only bright spot was that I did not lose power. A lot of houses around us did. And for more than two days, too, so I will count my blessing where I find them.
Given that I had a lot of time on my hands (when I wasn't shoveling or recovering from shoveling), I finished my socks and started a new pair for March. I also had some leisurely, healthy breakfasts for a change since mostly I skip breakfast (I know, I know).
|Before washing and blocking|
|My fav - although not the most appetizing looking -|
Avocado/Egg Salad on GF Caraway toast!
|Before she discovered "her" bed.|
She has literally spent the past 48 hours sleeping. Noisily. Once she discovered her comfy, orthopedic bed, she has been glued to it. Who knows how long it has been since she's felt safe and hasn't been surrounded by noise. She's already perked up and looks less bulky. Could be the meds or could be the quality (and less of a quantity) of food. She was once someone's pet, as she sits and offers either paw. She also leans into you and tries her best to roll her rotund body over for tummy scratches. The latter reminds me of the Titanic. I am rather smitten. But she will remain separated for a week and, even then, I will always monitor their interaction. She is crated while I'm gone and she does not complain. Once the snow disappears (June?), we will get out and get some exercise. We are aiming at a weight loss of approx. a pound a week. This will help all of us, as Lovey was beginning to, once again, resemble a loaf of bread and PB looks like a fat seal pup. Let's not even discuss their 'mother'.
I need to clear the paths again before the worst of the storm hits tomorrow. If the office closes for the day, I have a chance. If not? Well, Farch can't last forever, can it?