The snow machine dumped about 8-10 inches of snow in our neck of the woods–not as severe as we feared. Streets are barely cleared, but what’s new? The pile of snow at the end of the driveway is probably about 4 ft. tall, but Larry keeps the mailbox clear. At least we didn’t get the ice storm that some Ohioans got. Spring, you can make your appearance early this year–I won’t complain.
Forecasters predict 8-14 inches of snow in the next 24 hours. Swell.
Listening to Barack Obama. Happy to have a President and Commander in Chief who can speak in coherent sentences. So happy…it’s been so long.
Seven more days, Larry.
Ten or so inches of snow has fallen in the last 36 hours. We’ve had worse, and this time we had a lot of company. Ohio north of Columbus pretty much all got equal treatment. We seem to be in the clear now precipitation-wise. Next comes the deep freeze. By Thurs, we should be around 0-degrees.
PS — We watched “Sweeney Todd” on DVD the other night. Way too graphic. The gore overshadowed the fine sets, music, and acting making the experience an overwhelming downer.
Prompted by popular demand, I resolve to stop correcting grammatical and spelling errors on the blogs of family and friends, no matter how egregious the transgression or when the misstep makes my eyes bleed and baby Jesus cry.
You’re welcome, everyone.
Long have we lamented the lack of heat in the guest bedroom–Larry tried fiddling with the heating ducts and scratching his head, to no avail. The door is usually kept closed to keep Cali out, but when it’s opened, the chill just rushes out and grabs you–it’s like a room from The Amityville Horror. All we could do for guests was keep flannel sheets on the bed and have plenty of blankets available. Until today. I’d stripped the bed after our Christmas guests, and while Larry was making the bed this afternoon he noticed the window at the head of the bed was open at least an inch at the top. And, baby, it’s been plenty cold around here lately. Anyhoo, future guests won’t feel like they’re sleeping in a 19th century tuberculosis ward–and I’ll check the latch a little more carefully if I ever wash the windows again.
My bad.
Now I don’t fee bad about not taking the camera out on Thanksgiving. Steph’s pics are sooo much better than what I take.
We survived 2008, which I’m thankful for, and now I’m very happy to leave it behind. The new year probably offers more hope than it can deliver, but it feels like we’re turning a corner. The economy will recover, the war will wind down, the world will be our friend, flowers will bloom, music will play, the Browns will win a championship . . . . sorry, I get carried away.
We recently accomplished video calls with both our sons’ families, and it’s nice that we’ll be able to see everyone more often. While we talk often, and visit whenever we can, still, seeing everyone’s face in real time every week or so will be great. The stray pixels and occasional freeze ups hardly matter.
Last evening, we played a very strange (and fun) board game with the Saracenos and Roadrucks. It’s called ‘Quelf‘ and it claims to be (no it is) very random. It basically involves ever increasing doses of doing and saying silly things. Play is hardly competitive, and disputes are next to impossible to resolve other than arbitrarily — due to lots of wiggle room in the challenges presented. I guess you had to be here. It was random (no other words fit) and it made us laugh . . . and, no, we weren’t drinking.
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