|This says it all - but it wasn't the lowest point.|
I am glad that the snow came before the Arctic freeze, as it made the shoveling bearable. I got all the pathways cleared and the out buildings cleaned off, then made chicken vegetable soup with everything I could get my hands on in the fridge. My neighbor kindly plowed the driveway, so I was able to make a quick trip to the farm to feed the barn cats - knowing full well that I would not be venturing out on Monday. Monday was brutal. The chickens are inside the coop with a light on and are holding their own. Today, the weather is supposed to ease up - just in time for heavy rain on Thursday. WTH? Beam me up, Scotty!
Peanut managed to levitate himself outside to do his business - looking reproachfully at me at every opportunity because, you know, I am directly responsible for the weather. I tried to keep him in sweaters all weekend, but he managed to wiggle out of every one. The last one was a little snug on his sausage body, so I felt there was a better chance of keeping him clothed. A half hour later, I heard a 'bump, bump, bump' in the living room and discovered he had pulled both front legs inside the sweater, got stuck, and was flopping around the living room like a stranded seal pup. Sigh. At least Lovey keeps hers on.
Enough of the mitching and boaning. Amazon, quickly becoming my least favorite retail source, bollixed up my order of "Making Winter" - something I was looking forward to reading over the long weekend. They told me it had been delivered, but the problem was, it wasn't delivered to me. A very nice customer service rep from some distant country sent me another copy and, wouldn't you know, the original showed up yesterday. So, their loss is our gain. I am giving away my extra copy:
To enter, just leave a comment below by midnight, Friday, January 25. I will announce the winner the following Monday. (Entries are limited to the Continental US, my apologies to my readers in other countries - the postage is prohibitive.) Bon chance!