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Indeed, in the immortal words of The Peanuts' Linus Van Pelt, "It's pitch white outside!" While last week's winter storm didn't bring much snow, it left a two-inch-thick sheet of ice all over everything, and almost none of it has melted. Currently, at just past noon, we've got about six inches of the white stuff on top of the ice, and it's still coming down hard. I reckon we're gonna be holed up here until the temperatures rise sometime next week.
Yesterday afternoon, before the snowfall began in earnest, Brugger and I went
out in her car (mine has been garage-bound since the ice storm and probably
will be for a good many more days) to run some necessary errands and have a
couple of glasses of wine at nearby Hamlet Kitchen. It was nice to have a brief spell out and about before we're completely
snowbound—and, to our surprise—our friend Yvonne popped in and had some wine
with us. Back home, we again had to park Brugger's car at the bottom of the
driveway, since it was still a solid sheet of ice, and unfortunately, on the
way up to the house, I took a spill and banged up one knee pretty good. I'm
fine, if a little ornery; mostly, I'm glad our neighbors weren't out to
witness the brief comedy sketch (though they might have heard some colorful
descriptors of the situation wafting skyward).
As with last week's storm, I very much hope we don't lose power, as there
won't be any quick fixes under these conditions. The snow itself is just fine
powder, and there are no cars out there—at least not nearby—likely to knock
out any power poles. I'm X'ing all my appendages.
Till laters.
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Solar light starbursts last night before the snow covered them over.
Below, some photos Brugger took of the white outdoors and a couple of pics after dark |
