There’s not been a lot of writing going on this weekend, but there has been a lot of shoveling.
I just got in from what was probably my 10th stint of shoveling in more than 24 hours, and I’m not going to lie: it was awesome.
I’ve mentioned before that I love shoveling. I realize that in some countries this is an acknowledged sign of extreme mental illness, but I don’t care. Shoveling can be a lot of fun if you have all day, which I do. It’s an excuse to play in the snow, basically. And because I’m pretty much my own child, I will accept any excuse to go out and play in the snow. It’s my own big white party.
It hasn’t been all snowmen and forts, though. We had some excitement last night when our heat went out because our new furnace’s intake was clogged with ice and snow. We were lucky; if it were the exhaust that would have been much worse. Thankfully, my husband noticed the problem in time, and we were able to clean the intake and the exhaust off by hanging out the bedroom window at 2 a.m. with a broom. Good times.
Below are some photos of the snow, because
A) everyone is posting photos and I don’t want to be left out,
B) I needed to learn how to build a photo gallery in WordPress, and
C) I just want to show off our snow like a big kid.
It’s true. I’m not proud.
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- During the blizzard I was shoveling every few hours for 24 hours. And it didn’t help, really.
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- Snow strata forming in the dunes in our backyard.
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- Speaking of dunes, it’s a good thing the shovel wasn’t in the shed.
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- Our dog is not impressed by the snow.
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- I don’t know if you can see, but the snow is hip deep in the street.
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- I tried to build a snowman yesterday. It was buried overnight.
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- Birdseed. It’s not just for birds anymore.
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- Sunset in the snow.
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- Homes still under snow.
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- Rosehips in winter.
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- One neighbor got the pun. Just ONE.
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- This door won’t be used for a while.
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- The park is closed.
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- My dog tries to knock me over on the beach.
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- Waterline
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- Our icicles are no joke.
