Since I work from home, it was business as usual. It was actually kind of fun. It was like being in the office by myself, except I was still at my desk at home. I'm not sure that made sense.
Small towns are overrated.
We've lived here three years, and every year our cars get stuck in our ridiculous alley. The town refuses to plow alleys, yet requires all cars to be moved off the streets in the event of snowfall. Since we are the only house on the block without a driveway, we are required to drive through that alley to get to our garage. It falls on us to pay someone to plow the alley. Of course, once it's plowed... one of our neighbors uses it. She's not our favorite neighbor... can't stand that woman. Anyway... only once have neighbors come out to help us, and they aren't longtime residents either. They moved here from North Carolina. My "hometown" - the second largest city in Iowa - had more neighborly goodwill than this stupid small town.
Toe shoes are great and all, but sometimes you just need a pair of heavy-duty snow boots.
... because I can't imagine digging a Pontiac out of 2' snowdrifts in Lontras.
When you're frozen to the bone, a hot shower really helps.
In case you were wondering what to do when, after more than two hours outside, you're still chilly and miserable.
I need a truck.
I'm not sure a Transit Connect will get through the alley. So tempted to get a 4x4 truck or SUV next time, but not sure how I'll ever afford one.
The desert-dog loves snow.
Selma wouldn't come in, so I had to chase her around for about twenty minutes before she finally gave up. I'm sad she doesn't have a forever home for Christmas.
Here are the dogs, playing in the snow.