Yesterday morning I took Zoe out and the roads and grass were covered in wet, heavy slushy snow. She didn’t know what to do at first, then started cavorting like a pup. After she finally did her business I took her in and dried every inch of her with a towel.
She looked out the hotel window and barked at the snow. While our room was being cleaned we met a woman with four small children who loved Zoe. She watched them play in the snow outside, making snow angels. Last night more kids were down below building a snowman.
We’re facing a courtyard and the Wasatch mountains. Unable to see the mountains all day yesterday, I look forward to the opportunity of seeing them when the sun comes up today. There is a pool and hot tub and I thought both were closed for winter. The covers roll up and the intrepid skiers here for the last days of the season open them up every night, even in the snow.
Today I hope the weather holds out while Zoe and I find a place to live. A week of hotels is enough and we need a place to call home, even for six months. The good news is that I may have a few more weeks for winter stews, and a grill for Spring and Summer meal planning. I’m thinking of a boned, butterflied leg of Lamb Robert.
If I just mention what my brother calls “Sheep Bob” he may be on the next plane. Who knows, he’d already asked for a weekend stay in Chicago and we’re considerably west of there, now!
Zoe’s “snow” angel, but she’s been a good sport during this move. She thrives on routine, hers, but has really been a trouper for us as we change gears. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 