That pretty much continued the rest of the day. While I re-fretted over things like power, heat, food, drink (well not so much here, there’s that wine cellar), the dancers didn’t care and twirled and danced in the air for us..
Somehow, we made it through the night and (super) Sunday morning light revealed the beauty of the snow. Mother Nature is indeed an artist
The view through our porthole on the loft gave a nice looksee…
But reality again hit and it was time to see if we could re join the world. So we got out the shovels and gave it a shot…
Again, with so much snow, there were some interesting art forms here and there, such as MFO’s “Harry Lauder’s Walking Stick” tree.
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With the aid of friends and mechanical equipment, the driveway was finally cleared so that our “super bowl” friends could arrive (see below).
A nice memory of the big storm..
It’s funny what sticks with you. Saturday morning after it became apparent that the “real” snow was arriving at the digs and had already deposited several inches on the driveway, I got a call from a friend who asked if we would like our driveway plowed. Now this was when the storm was pretty much in full roar and travelling was obviously becoming hazardous. I waffled a bit, and finally he said it’s now or never, so I agreed. Eventually a pickup with a blade became visible in the blinding snow, and we got most of the driveway cleared. This was shortly before noon. When we were finished, he turned to me and said: “you got any Bourbon?”. You bet! I replied. We came inside, and while the storm raged outside we shared a glass of the amber liquid, and had some good conversation. What a good friend. A reminder that true friends are not to be taken lightly or for granted. Don’t lose them. So, as i look back, I will always remember the kindness of thinking of us, and that warming glass of bourbon during the storm of 2010..
Other others
Mushy brain and fast fingers led me to make an error the other day when I reported the good news about our friend Marty Sullivan. His transplant was a liver, not a kidney as i mistakenly stated. Reports are that recovery is proceeding...
Enduring the dire warnings and whining from the Feeder, MFO calmly climbed in the MOMSTER this morning for her journey to California. A couple of road calls have quelled my apprehension some as she reports that the roads are not as hazardous as I had feared. Currently on I-95 in VA where she reports a lack of traffic and trucks. As anybody who has endured that harrowing strip of highway, that indeed is a rare occurrence
I had intended to put in a superbowl rant here, but fatigue from this mornings prep for the journey have sapped my edge. Do that tomorrow along with the menu we enjoyed last night...where we were
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