Most of you have seen my adorable little stove.
The one that the pups are usually
lounging in front of.
Said stove had some issues the week before Juno hit.
Leaving me lost and the pups and I were sort of chilly.
At the same time, I realized the heat in the addition
The day before the storm, the propane guys came out.
Spent the day on my little stove.
A part needs to be ordered for the other heat to work.
Nothing to fret.
The morning of the storm, I did my routine check.
Plenty of water for the pups and me.
I cooked rice and quinoa.
Roasted chicken and vegetables.
I had plenty of wine.
Last year I had been without power for a week.
I decided to fill the upstairs tubs with water.
Having a well and all
one must be able to flush.
A few minutes later I heard and saw water
coming from a ceiling fixture in the brick walkway.
I tripped over myself running up
the stairs and let the water out
of the tub.
Note to self:
Replace the tub in the upstairs bathroom
Last night my faithful plowman came to do my driveway.
I was shocked by how much snow there was.
As he left I heard the
beep, beep, beeping of the invisible fence unit.
A line had been severed.
Note to self:
Call in the morning
Time for bed.
This morning was beautiful.
A bluebird day.
I was truly trapped. The doors were snowed shut.
It was silly fun.
But the work had to be done.
Yoga pants on.
Another pair on.
Maybe my flannel PJ's over those.
Bean Boots, check.
Coat. Hat. Goves.
Only leather gloves.
Good leather gloves.
Note to self?
The snow was light.
Shoveling was pretty easy.
I am short, so getting to the top of my car?
Not so easy.
I decided to drive down to see how my road was.
Also to see if the mailman could reach the box.
In my mind, I thought,
"Pretty close, what if I just scoot in a little with my car...."
...an hour later, after digging and digging and digging.
I was out of the pickle I got myself into.
Things are never dull.