We were pummeled with the first blizzard of the season today. But we had plenty of warning, so Casa del Zombie was well stocked with food and drink and writing utensils to enable yours truly to write her annual missive to friends and family around the world. And despite the gale-force winds, both the power and the internetz kept working.
It was lovely, really, knowing that I had no place that I had to be. And the Spousal Unit wisely decided to work from the home office today. The cat came outside with me for a while to help me shovel, but then she blamed me for coercing her into it. And truth be told, a couple of hours later, the walk was completely blown in again. In fact the wind was so strong, that when I was switching sides during shoveling, the wind gust caught the handle of the shovel and I ended up clocking myself in the side of the head with it. Nothing like ringing your own bell.
But the picture, accompanying today's post? Not from today's blizzard. In actuality, it was taken May 22, 2002. While most of you were putting in your bedding plants, I was shoveling. But I have also walked around in shorts at Christmas. This is a bizarre place indeed.
It's a damned shame my brother, the snow freak, has already gone home. But he didn't have his snow-blower here anyway...