|Hey where's my spot?!|
This is the second snow of the winter and the one that looks to stay for at least a couple of days. We have plenty of food, wood for the fireplace and puzzles to last us through the winter. No sled though, and I'm happy about that, otherwise I would be forced to get on it and who knows how many things I would break.
We are really stranded here in the hills around Lake Lanier. There are no plows and no trucks dumping salt in the middle of the night like we had in Connecticut. The temperature is supposed to stay around the freezing mark for the next couple of days so it looks like we will be hibernating and stuck in the house for awhile. The roads are a mess and the weathermen on TV all have their sweater vests on. It is cold.
|Boy, you guys are slow....|
This morning we walked down to the lake to see how the dock had fared. Everything was so quiet, except for the ducks who are probably wondering what the heck is going on. The dogs had a blast, particularly Miss Lucy who had to get rinsed under warm water to take out the clumps of snow that had gathered around her little legs. She is out like a light now, curled up next to me in front to the fireplace.
Our northern friends laugh at us and at how bad we are at handling snow. Truth of the matter is we are just not prepared for this kind of stuff. There is also the ice for which Atlanta is famous
|The road in front of our house|