It snowed all day today, oodles and oodles and oodles of snow. There was freezing rain mixed with the snow this morning. Attila did the last of his Christmas shopping this morning, without me, and he said that at every stop, when he returned to the parked car, he had to chip the ice off the windshield and windows. By noon the freezing rain had ceased to fall, it began to snow heavily, which continued until darkness fell.
I did my Christmas baking today, muffins for me, and mincemeat squares for Attila. We decided to have our big turkey dinner on Christmas Eve, so the oven will be busy most of the day tomorrow. Listening to Christmas Carols playing in the background, and gazing out the window from time to time at the beautiful falling snow, I enjoyed baking today.
Attila and I went out to shovel snow after supper, in the dark. The air was cold and crisp, the snow had stopped coming down. I tackled the area near the door into the house, while Attila took care of the large snow bank across the end of the driveway, left by the snow plow this morning. In less than half an hour we had cleared the driveway, and the path the front entrance of the house.
It was a quiet day here at Mist Cottage. When it snows outdoor sounds are muted. I did little things like pay bills, process paper work, and bake. Attila shopped, and ate, and ate, and ate. He is eating right now, his second supper. I have no idea why I weigh a bit more than he does, when he eats five times as much as I do, every day, it doesn’t seem fair to me. Such is life.
I am pretty sure my daughters do not read this online journal. So I am going to take a chance and post a picture of the booties and hats I made for Terra’s twins, Sunny and Sky. The fit is a guess, but if anything these will be too big for the babies.
SPECIAL WEATHER STATEMENT IN EFFECT… 5-10 cm snow!
Date: 9:00 PM EST Saturday 23 December 2017
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.6 kPa
Dew point: -6.0°C
Wind: WSW 8 km/h
Wind Chill: -8
Visibility: 24 km
“Please write again soon. Though my own life is filled with activity, letters encourage momentary escape into others lives and I come back to my own with greater contentment.”
Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey