Snooowwwww. Yes. The prediction? A couple inches of snow mixing to freezing rain with a quarter inch accumulation of ice. Well. How about ten inches of snow? It snowed all day yesterday and we never did get anything resembling freezing rain, so I knew I would be shoveling this morning. I didn’t quite envision the ten inches of snow that we got. Kee-reist! I am an old Yooper and I am damned if I am gonna buy a snowblower but, man, that stuff was heavy. When I saw Marsha out there blowing all of the sidewalks on her side of our block, I was a bit heartened. She usually does both sides of the street on our block and I was hopeful that she would do *my* little bit of sidewalk. Alas. She was heading across the street to do our sidewalks when her snowblower ran outta gas! Oh well, love you anyway, Marsha. I shoveled for going on two hours. And cleaned up vee-hickles. And helped get a neighbor’s vee-hickle out of being stuck. I had headed outside with three car keys in my pocketses this morning and started up three vee-hickles to warm them up, so I could eventually brush huge cubes of snow off of them. Yes, I was channeling Grandroobly and The Engineer this morning. Or maybe I’m just a dern Yooper.

Landfill status: GG had President’s Day off, since he is one o’ them thar slackers (not) over at That Darn EPA. KW worked from home. Ninja’s performance taaarrrrs do not do 8-10 inches of snow. Mouse went to work. Daisy does do snow pretty well. Ninja, not so much. Ninja is looooverly on dry pavement.

My California beach urchin went x-c skiing at Tahoe over the weekend. Up a mountain and down a mountain, not the typical Great Lake State skiing she grew up with. My kid skis better than she thinks she does. Encountering a moom with small children along the way, she mentioned that one of the kids didn’t even have ski poles. Well. That’s because most kids do not *need* ski poles. I will never forget the time that we were skiing at the Ski Ranch and I was out on the 5K loop with Mouse and it seemed like *forever* and I had all four of our ski poles in my right hand and I was holding hands with Mouse with my left. The GG and Liz were way ahead of us and I was questioning my sanity in taking a four-year-old out on such a long trail. We were slodging silently along when she said, “Mom, I’ve been thinking about volcanoes too much.” Volcanoes? Okay… I think we talked that out. To be honest, when I was a kid, I worried about volcanoes too.

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