A Sunday
A blowing and going Sunday. Thew snow was forecast. The wind was forecast. We are safe and sound.
I was going to use the leaf blower to get the back door area cleared. That was a waste of effort. I knocked the snow off of our shovel and with a push, clear wet concrete showed. By that time Randy was here with his long green line. I pushed snow far enough so he could grab it with his bucket that he had tipped down and take it further. That was about at eleven.
I came up from the studio at three thirty and the north wind had been busy, swirling snow around the northeast corner of the house. I used the shovel again by the back door area, just enough to let Dennis get out the door and onto fresh snow as I thought where Randy had scrapped there could be ice.
I can’t really tell if it is still snowing or if it is the wind whipping up the snow. This snow would clearly be called a “heart attack snow.” it is heavy, heavy. Hmm. Years ago, a good man, David Tiegum, died shoveling snow.
I called the ophthalmologist’s answering machine in Mankato and left a message that Dennis would be canceling his eye injection for tomorrow and allowing them to call us with a new time and date. We are not taking any chances, not only on the roads but other drivers.
I was in the studio with not much to show within the first hour. I had stitched in error for a stretch of 44 inches. Pick, pick it out. The second effort went better. About after two and a half hours, I closed down the studio.
The wind is howling. KNUJ did mention that the winds would be picking up.
Dennis is getting the hang of using my studio computer for his solitaire and Facebook. Tuesday his new laptop will be on our front deck. $499.00 and free shipping. That amount of money brings me a whole lot of peace of mind . . . oh, I meant Dennis! Tee Hee!
To all my peeps, please take it easy during this weather event.
With that I will take my leave. ♥