Onward... Tilley and I head out the garage to OUR DRIVEWAY!!! Tilley is my canary in the mine and she steps innocently onto the asphalt which is glare ice. She doesn't fall -- 4 legs come in handy, and quickly makes her way over to the snowy edge. I realize that I need to do the same, but not before filling a small bucket with salt to spread.
At one point on the way down I foolishly decided to cross the driveway. On my way across I started to slide and literally spin slowly around on my two feet until I reach the other side. The paper is in the box which reminds me that we never tipped this new deliveryman as he didn't write us a sappy xmas letter like the previous driver did complete with her address and photos of her cats. Need to take care of that ASAP!
You would think that this story would be over and success would be mine. But, sorry, now I need to climb Mount Myers on Plat Road. Tilley and I proceed safely up the snowy edge, she's taking her time. I turn around to coax her along and she's disappeared. (Nick, you're not alone in having a dog who in typical dog fashion is oblivious to time and space when the scents of the forest and a deer trail beckon). So now I must trudge out in deep crusty snow to find her. She is a block away sniffing around and snacking on deer poop. The hike back up to our house through the snow and the woods is exhausting. All this for the morning paper...
When we finally pop out at the peak of what we call the precipice, I plant my American flag and head in for my coffee. No, first I'll go back out and snap a few pictures and write this entry to the blog.
Be safe out there.
Also, this morning reminded me that husbands sure come in handy... Michael is out of town this weekend. Great timing honey!
Amy
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1 comment:
Amy, thanks for sharing the adventure. After the thaw, the sump pumps went off. Now we have a frozen lake in the field which the kids are loving.
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