“That some good can be derived from every event is a better proposition than that everything happens for the best, which it assuredly does not.” — James K. Feibleman
I’m watching a movie “Home for Christmas” about a woman that’s living the good life until her husband decides to boot her to the curb and get engaged to a younger woman and the ex-wife ends up jobless, without health insurance, homeless and living in her car. Gotta love these Christmas specials. So heartwarming…
Ya know that snow I wanted? Well, we’re getting it and then some.
I spent a couple hours hand shoveling the steps, a path to the bird feeder, and then plowing the driveway with the tractor. My shoulders are toast. The constant lever manipulation of the tractor bucket torqued my one good shoulder. And as the day wore on with opening and closing doors blocked by snow and ice, carrying water buckets, and unloading feed, I am sitting here with a heating pad, egg nog and brandy, and a bottle of ibuprofin.
I’ll be lookin’ for a plowing service. But I’ll probably still have to repeat the whole snow removal process all over again tomorrow since we’re supposed to get 4-6″ tonight and 4-8″ tomorrow. It’s questionable whether I’ll make it to my cousin’s for Christmas. We’ll see.
Java is lovin’ the snow. It energizes her (like she needed more energy).
Java’s so cute with Luke.
Java is constantly burying her face in the snow and sniffing. When she comes up for air, she looks like this.
She has a bit of a snowball issue on her legs and feet.
I tried skiing around the pasture. I climbed to the top of a hill and thought I’d glide down it but with my legs buried up to my knees in snow, I stopped moving after a couple inches. I had to keep lifting my skis up to dump the snow off.
I decided skiing wasn’t going so well but snowshoes were made for this stuff! And perhaps I could pack down an area to ski.
I walked the fence line, hoping it would be okay so I could let the horses out tomorrow and they could blow off some steam in the snow. They love to run in the powder as much as Java does. But I found this tree had fallen on top of a section. I may be Wonder Woman, but I’m not lifting that thing.
It started to get dark so no more skiing until tomorrow when the nice path I made will probably be covered up again.