Not to complain or anything, but where’s the snow?

For two days the Weather Widget and the radio news reporters have been predicting that we will have ten inches of new snow by this afternoon.  So for two days I’ve stayed pretty close to home, puttering around, walking the dogs, gazing into the fire, catching up on my reading, cooking—Me!  Cooking!—waiting for the snow to fall so that Dale Reedy can come and plow it out of the way so that I can go about my business without being stuck.  So far, we have had but a paltry dusting.  This is because it has been too cold to snow very much. Talk about your mixed blessings. 

You know where this is going, right?  All the optional errands I have been putting off have now become must-do errands, and the likelihood of being caught in the worst of the snow, should it ever arrive, has grown exponentially.  Ah well.

At least I have been having a good time pretending to be snowed in.  It’s harder than you’d think to get a good photo of a woodfire.  More things to learn, more absorbing distractions for my already distractable self. 

Now all my excuses—not to mention all my clean clothes—are gone. I’m off to the Wash Basket in Central Lake. If you don’t hear from me for a couple of days, send treats.  Or the Local Heroes, whichever you find at hand.