Samhain Waxing Moon of the Winter Solstice
The storm seems to have slowed down a bit, winds have decreased as has the snow. It looks we got around a foot, but I can tell you that many of the drifts exceed that.
First, my insulating vest over my sweatshirt. Then the wind pants over my sweats. Down coat. Mad bomber hat with rabbit fur flaps secured under my chin. Scarf around exposed neck. Insulated socks pressed into Sorels. I was ready to get the mail and the newspaper. Successful. Minnesota, a state where getting to the mailbox from the house can be a challenge worth dressing up for.
After that adventure, I strapped on my snow shoes and headed out to Ruth and Gabe’s playhouse to retrieve the little giant ladder system still standing out there. I waited until a historic snow storm to grab it just to test my true mettle. I’d say it was thin aluminum.
The damn ladder system is heavy and clumsy. Walking in snow shoes is not an elegant dance in the best of situations, but navigating around small shrubs without snagging and trying to thread my way between an electric fence and a snow-drift narrowed passage up onto our deck, all the while dragging a ladder–priceless.
The ladder went in the garage to melt off its snow and be ready for Adam Lindquist, the improbably named Chinese lighting specialist from Lights on Broadway, who is coming out on Wednesday to install our new fixtures. Huffing and puffing I sat down to drink some hot chocolate Kate made. Decided to give myself 20 minutes of aerobic workout since I also shoveled the deck some.
Just finished my other 30 minutes on the treadmill. Now I can settle down and enjoy the storm. Tomorrow, more Latin.
