Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
The streets were no longer snow-packed, and most of the snow had melted from sidewalks, driveways, rooftops, and even yards. It was starting to look like a patchwork Christmas. This morning I awoke to - SNOW! The Spouse is not happy, as it will make driving a lot more treacherous, and all those people who can't get out of or into Denver are none too pleased, but you can tell most everyone else in these parts is pretty thrilled. We WILL have a white Christmas after all.
I just finished reading Lorraine's posts about their ordeal, complete with photos of the "Big Ass Tree". I had to laugh at one photo. It showed a male cutting a branch into firewood - with a hacksaw. City people. I wonder how many blades he broke? 'Round these parts, we all have chainsaws, or at the very least, wood saws, even those of us who never get firewood. It's part of the residency requirements. You have to be able to make a living as a logger, firewood gatherer/seller, or contractor at the drop of a hat. That means you must have a) a chainsaw or b) a wood saw and circular saw and c) a pickup or utility trailer or d) all of the above. We have d) all of the above. And The Spouse has gathered firewood, worked as a contractor, and worked in a mill during our tenure here. You do whatever it takes to get by.
