This morning the road was dry as far as the bluff overlooking the Bay. Even the railroad-tie stairs down to the beach were dry. Shall we try a little stroll on the beach? We shall. Then we saw the patches of slick ice camouflaged as sand, heard the hollowed out ice caverns creaking above the […]
Pity the poor schussers and telemarkers, sledders and shredders. Babs Young reminds us that just last week, on Christmas Eve, this is what it was like in Blue Heaven: Then came balmy winds, swirling fog, rain. Rain for crying out loud. Today, snow lovers all over the North Country—not to mention their hapless hosts—are singing the […]
Here we are, a day after my whining about the snow and ice, with clear roads (and decks and steps). We can’t see much of them for the fog, but unless you were planning to spend the weekend skiing, it’s probably an improvement. I’ve been thinking of foggy things all day. Sandburg’s fog infiltrating Chicago […]
Last week my deck and steps were covered in snow on top of ice on top of more snow on top of more ice . . . you get the idea. I tackled it with my trusty chopper and shovel, but I wasn’t making a whole lot of progress. Then I got Tom Morrison over […]
This just in from Katherine: Merry Christmas!!!!!! to all . . . .
You might think that the parents of grown children would get to sleep in on a Christmas morning. Ha. Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and Miss Puss roused me out of a sound sleep with the news that all of them wished to go outside. Now. Pull on coat over pjs. Jam hat on head. Put boots […]
December 29, 2008
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