Well, whether I ever will be (or ever fully was, for that matter) right in the head, the reason for my lack of posting yesterday was due to the snow.
(this is AFTER Champ shoveled the cars off)
THE SNOW SNOW SNOW! We have over 30" inches and are still in a winter storm warning until tomorrow.
That's OK though since being snowed in is what winter in Vermont is all about.
I love the stillness and quiet. The whiteness on the trees. Even the power outages. I know it means an abrupt disconnect to family, friends and bloggy buddies alike, but sometimes I need intervention like that- just not quite as long as it's been this go round!
(the snow is higher than Bear -he's not thrilled about it. And look- we finally have enough snow to make steps leading up to the sledding hill!)
We had a brief glimpse into electricity during the storm: Enough time to answer a few e-mails and comments, collect a bit more water and check in with family to start the "snow chain" that we were alive and fine up here in the North ;)
(lovely workers coming to fix the power after it FIRST went out. Can you guess what caused it to blow?)
For now we have power, but if you don't hear from me come Monday, well, you'll probably be able to guess why. I wish I could show you just how much snow has fallen and how gorgeous it looks, but it seems my depth perception fails to display on the photos I've taken (wish I could blame it on the concussion) so instead, let me show you how we've been living these past few days...
Bear is doing his chore of filling all our buckets with snow to melt for drinking water (or at least he's doing his version of it).
I found the process a bit funny. Champ didn't share my humor, nor did he appreciate my pause in the heavy lifting to take a picture.
He said "less blogging, more lifting"!
We moved all the fridge stuff outside in coolers. Nature saw fit to snow on the coolers and bury our Snow Cat...
(poor Snow Cat trying so hard to measure the snow fall)
Bear decided that the empty fridge would make a nice display shelf for his vehicles
Trot seemed to long for the days when the bones and balls he had so carefully buried in the Fall wouldn't THEN be buried under 3 feet of snow.
I believe I am going to have to distract his thoughts towards other doggy obsessions, otherwise I will have a very sad pitt bull on my hands until Mud Season arrives.
I would like nothing better than to sit down and play further on my computer,spreading my hellos to the blogging community. However, I supposed it is my Motherly duty while Champ is at work to shovel the driveway, collect wood for the fire and put a pot of soup on the stove so that if the power does go out again, I'll be prepared. Laura Ingalls Wilder is suddenly my hero.
Chat on Monday, shall we?