I have maybe one article of clothing that does not have paint on it, so today I dropped a paintbrush and on its way to the floor....
Black shirt, white paint.
Oh yes I did.
Luckily there is a sink nearby and I salvaged it, so I still have one article of clothing that does not have paint on it.
But that's not what I was going to say. We got a bunch of snow a while back, and I had to shovel off the steps outside my living room door for Roxie, so I shoveled her a cul-de-sac.
She loves this kind of snow - deep and leapable. Normally I would not post a picture that is so out of focus, but this is the best action shot I could get of my snow bunny:
Leapin' and hoppin'.
Moonshadow, moonshadow. Go with it.
The snow was tremendously heavy - it took my bird feeder right to the ground. I'm not sure if that wee tree will recover.
I think my awesomely cool tree in the front yard (which, by the way, I've been told by a volunteer Master Gardener with the UVM Extension Service is an atypical form of a Burning Bush - a species that has been declared invasive here in Vermont) lost a big branch, but it may have been the branch that was held on with packing tape.
Roxie and I loaded up the jeep last Friday with cookie-making supplies and headed away from the only home in my Vermont family that had power to make cookies with my niece and nephew. Mom's power was out for four days. Kathy's power was out for a couple of days, then came back on for a night, then went back out for half a day, then came back on, then went out. She has a generator so they had things like heat and running water, but this was to be cookie-baking central. Ann, all of three-ish miles from Kathy, only lost power for a couple of hours, so the cookie baking parade moved to Ann's house, but Kathy's van was stuck in her driveway so we packed the jeep to the gills with three people, one dog and about seven thousand pounds of stuff. I wrote on facebook that it was like a clown car. Here is Kathy's driveway:
Roxie ran around with Ruby like a mad dog, then put herself to bed on a beanbag.
Exciting news at my house - I found out my snow blower is not worth fixing. I could spend about $400 having the belts replaced and the carburetor cleaned out and whatever else they need to do, but since it was probably the very first snow blower ever invented and I have no idea of its maintenance history, there is no guarantee the engine won't blow the first time I use it. So I'm probably going to suck it up and get a new one. I certainly have no problem spending quality time with a shovel, but there's no way I'm going to shovel two driveways, and I'd like to have the second driveway available in case someone ever comes to visit me. Plus, with a snow blower I can make a whole neighborhood of cul-de-sacs for poodle in my yard. Woo hoo!
Speaking of poodle, again, we got a box UPS two days ago and in it was her Christmas present from Uncle Derek. Here is the initial test drive:
POOR SAD POODLE FACE! She looks like she's going to cry! I reminded her that we can't go for walks in the winter because the salt the road crew puts on the road hurts her feet. We got all four boots on and she very gingerly made her way out to the driveway, while trying to not put any of her feet on the ground. We haven't gone for an actual walk yet, but that's next. I think once she gets used to them she will be fine. And I'm going to invent idiot mittens for dogs and make a million zillion dollars. These boots are fab and they stay on her feet really well, but she won't be able to do any leapin' and hoppin' with them. Hence, idiot mittens. Or some kind of harness so I can make dog garters. I need a clever product name....
Have I mentioned that I put up a second tree? It's a wee small one, and today I turned it into a pickle tree.
I found all kinds of things when I unearthed my box of Christmas decorations.
And I have a third tree, too. Because three is a magic number.
There is a reason I am not a professional Christmas tree fluffer. That nonsense gets old in a hurry. I may have to leave my trees up all year. HO HO HO.