Not only have we been getting (what we consider) nice amounts of snow, but Mother Nature has chosen to stuff us into the deep freeze about six weeks earlier than usual this year. The highest temp I can recall seeing in the last week or so is a balmy 14° above zero.
About 9" of snow fell yesterday afternoon and into the evening. Then we were awake in bed for what seemed like a good portion of the night listening to the high winds. (Why can't we just ignore that sound and sleep peacefully snug, warm and cozied up under our blankets? Are we concerned the house will blow away? No, but one of our wood stove chimneys did come crashing down last year. You can bet that noise made us sit up and take notice. And there was that outside combination storm/screen door that got ripped off year before last. I suppose we lie awake wondering what it will be next.)
We're in now after a morning of plowing (mostly by Chicken Mama and her big, ol' work horse truck and plow rig) and shoveling. At these frigid temperatures (a sizzling 3° above now at midday) all the snow blown into drifts and needing to be moved is as light as could be. (If only there wasn't so much of it!)
A small assortment of Christmas cookies is baked and ready to be shared with others. The bulk of the presents are wrapped. I've thrown in the towel (and knitting needles) and given up hope that I'm going to get all of those crafty little gifties made for the holidays as I planned. As the saying goes, I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. (No comments from the Peanut Gallery, please.) I've decided a nervous breakdown just isn't worth the stress of trying to get it all done.
I love the way the house looks with its festive decorations. Unfortunately, our tree is a sad looking little bush this year. It was a nice tree to start with; that isn't the problem. It's the lights. Or lack thereof. One of the strings we were planning on using would light up for only half the length. Okay, we'll make do without using that string. After testing the others, we got three other strings on the tree. And then another bunch of the lights went out and refuses to come back on. So we have a tree with a well-lit top and a well-lit bottom. The middle section is dark. And it irritates the heck out of me. Bummer, since I think we enjoy the lights on the tree even more than the decorations.
I shouldn't complain because we've certainly gotten our money's worth out of the lights. I'm sure they're at least twenty-five years old (yes, they are) and possibly even more than that. Folks have been talking about how much brighter the new LED lights are so you know what sales I'll be looking for after Christmas.
Jiminy Crickets, moving snow out in the brisk, fresh air sure does give you an appetite. Papa Pea just said his cup of peppermint tea isn't doing it and he's contemplating snarfing every Christmas cookie he can get his hands on. Me? I think I'll just go drink about a gallon of