Here we go again. More of the awful white stuff. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Have I mentioned that I hate it? I do.
Here is a shot from my cell phone. I took this yesterday afternoon while walking back from taking care of mom and dad's driveway. It's a terrible shot, but do you see the fence? No, you don't, but it's there. The snow is almost half way up the 4' fence, and this was hours before the snow was finished falling. Ugh.
This is a shot from this morning. That big lump in the center of the photo? It's my car. I don't think it's going to move from that spot until Spring.
I don't know what we would do without this beast, though:
It's a giant snow thrower, and it just eats up and spits out anything in its path. Snow? Gone. Driveway stones? Gone. We'll find those stones all over the grass after the snow melts. Next summer, while cutting the grass, those driveway stones will be sharp little missiles shot out through the lawn mower's grass chute.
There is one thing, however, that has the power to bring the mighty beast of a snow thrower to its knees. At first glance, it looks like something that was once alive....
...but after closer inspection...
...and much elbow grease...
...all is revealed. It's one of the dogs' ropey toys.
What will I be doing today? I won't be going outside anymore, that's for sure. There is a big pot of rice on the stove for making dog food, and I'll be working on this:
The long-neglected Sock Yarn Blankie that last made an appearance on the blog
over a year ago. I have no illusions (or delusions?) about it being finished any time soon, but this seems like a good day to knock out a bunch of squares.
This next shot is for a friend of mine that I haven't seen in 20 years. He found me on the Internet recently through the museum's website, and has since complained that there are no pictures of me on the blog---just the occasional foot while modeling a sock. So, in addition to the photos of my arms getting that ropey toy out of the snow thrower, here I am, using the beast...
You're welcome!
See all that white stuff? Hateful. Even people who like it are so very sick of it this year. Have I mentioned how much I hate it? That's all I'm going to say about it.
Emma is nowhere to be found. As soon as I turn on the Wii, she takes off. For some odd reason, she doesn't like the Wii. It might have something to do with me shouting at the TV like a crazy woman every time I get knocked off of the obstacle course, or ride my bike off a cliff, or crash my plane into the side of a volcano. Who can say for sure?
Look at Cooper's back legs. They're twisted! That can't be comfortable!
This boy just cracks me up!
