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Oh goody. More snow.

December 10, 2009

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We had a perfectly lovely walk this morning once we managed to find the road.  We are working on a new board game called “Where’s Cowboy?” and spent some time taking pictures for that.  It was a fairly monochromatic day, so it was no hardship to go off to the other day job, where I spent […]

It hath snown

December 9, 2009

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When Miss Sadie and the Cowboy woke me up this morning, the predicted blizzard was here.  We went out to get the paper.  So far, so good: my Record-Eagle was in its bright green holder. Dean Peters must drive a tank. I headed back to the house, assuming that the prospect of breakfast would bring the dogs right along […]

OK it’s snowing. Happy?

December 3, 2009

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Dale Reedy, my plow guy (and artist in wood, but that’s another post) has been doing snow-dances for a month.  Every time he sees me he slaps an evil grin on his face and reminds me that soon, soon he will be plowing out my drive and sending me enormous bills.  “Ha!” I say.  “There […]

November Up North

November 18, 2009

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As you might expect, November in the north country is . . . quiet.  The roadside park at Birch Lake is closed and the road it’s beside is blessedly empty. Which is a good thing, as there are suicidal deer everywhere, doing their best to wreck my car with me in it. We’ve had an abundant […]

The Bay, the beach, and a frosty dawn in November

November 14, 2009

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I am still having massive problems with WordPress, but I am also finding workarounds so there you go. Below is a gallery of snippets from our morning walk in the frosty dawn of November 11, when it seemed every leaf was rimmed in ice crystals. I am way too tired from my labors to tell […]

The Monthly Correction

November 7, 2009

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Fresh from my humiliation over the State Record Muskie, I am preparing another crow pie. However, this one I’m going to put in the freezer until Norton Bretz gets back from Hong Kong, because he knows more about all this than I do anyway, and I cling to the hope that I’m not altogether wrong, […]