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First Snow

I knew the kiddos would be disappointed today. We got a lot of snow that melted into slush. I put on hiking boots today to take the dog out about seven.

All I thought about was what I would feel first snow of the season as a kid, ready to make a snowman or sled down the hill.

As a snow native I know what kind of snow we have in the great lakes and in the Rockies. I know a powder day and that is reinforced when all skiers call in with a cough and say they’re “under the weather.”

This was slush. Boots did well for traction because nothing was done to streets or sidewalks. I felt bad for the kids because there were not snowmen/women to be made and there was no sledding down the big bowl because it was just too wet.

Good things. I did see beautiful trees and missed photographing them with hanging snow as it melted before I could get my camera. Yes, there was a little snowman, about 2′ tall, we saw en route. And because the kids couldn’t sled the bowl, the parents devised some sort of game below so they forgot about sledding. Great parents!

The kids see inspiration. Parents see perspiration. Isn’t that a lifelong rule of success? Cheers, no snow day here as I’ve a great car and snow tires. Cheers! Dee






More Snow

Yippee to the homeowners. They will be fined for not shoveling the sidewalks they do not own if they are not cleared.

Roads, City and County sidewalks and paths, forget it, most likely they’ll wait for Spring for the snow to melt and mosquitoes start biting me again. In snow, I know the side of the street on which to walk the old dog. Homeowners, hurrah. Thank you!

Stuck indoors I made a great small pizza yesterday and ate the remainder for lunch, and for dinner made my version of a vegetarian cold sesame noodles.

It just turned midnight, must join the dog as she will wonder where I am after I’ve lifted her up on the bed for the night (old, no hips). She’s a herder so follows me everywhere.

Cheers! Dee



Paying for Your Snow

Twelve inches of snow in Boston overnight. Eight states have declared states of emergency.

That means federal dollars come in. Federal troops come in. Our tax dollars are being used to shovel driveways while occupants remain indoors or go to the grocery store and fight for food items.

When I was a kid, this was called a snowstorm. It’ll only last a day. The only reason it is dominating the news cycle is that it hit that sweet spot, the east coast, where people deem themselves more important than anyone who lives anywhere else in the country.

You’ve heard me say it before when I lived in the Rockies. “Snow in the Rockies, this killer storm is headed to Chicago and New York City where it is expected to impact travelers for three minutes, here’s Gilbert Hooks in the middle of the blizzard with color commentary.” No-one gave a darn about what happened to us in the Rockies! They only cared about Chicago and New York.

I’m guessing that Boston has snow plows. If not, those towns in the Rockies do have them, and even lend them via plane, to cities who do not bother to plan ahead for bad weather.

This is not a state of emergency, people. It’s just a 12 hour snowstorm. My parents battled the Blizzard of ’77 in Buffalo, NY. Yes, the family suffered from cabin fever, but that’s just because they were cooped up together for a week. Luckily I was elsewhere.

Next thing you know, if someone who thinks he/she is important and gets a hangnail or stubs a toe, it will require federal funds and troops to fix the situation. As a kid, I took off my shoes at home in April to get ready for summer, and left them off until school started up again. I scrambled up and down cliffs, rocks, and caught crayfish down in the creek and snakes on the path.

I must say that the best winter day of the year was when, in mountains of the white stuff, the school district called a snow day and we could play outside all day, sledding et al. But they never declared a state of emergency, got taxpayer money and troops. Our driveway was unpaved and 1/4 mile long and we payed to have it plowed. That’s how things were done back in the day. Dee

Weather Report

I’m supposed to drive two hours each way to pick up my husband Christmas eve. Of course the local weather predicted devastating snow storms that would paralyze all the major airports east of the Mississippi. Yes, I was a spelling champion in grade school.

They do this for ratings, because they don’t have anything else to report but murder, arson, protesters stopping traffic and really bad weather.

I got my own report today. The geese told me something’s brewing. Great gaggles gathered (alliteration) near shore. They did not speak. They’re all feeding to hunker down for a killer storm. Also strange little black birds, like the crazy ones in Texas that sit on the power lines, not Grackles, have been by. We already have alternate plans, train or hotel and he’ll be home for Christmas dinner.

When the squirrels are up in their tree apartments (I saw one that had a plastic grocery bag atop, a nuisance to humans but the only waterproof squirrel apartment I’ve ever seen) we need to see to roads and sidewalks, heat and enough food and water to get us through.

We’re hurricane-proof, see my blogs through Ike, a storm like I’ve never seen that my husband and dog slept through and I blogged through. Every other loft was damaged. Not ours. Our hurricane gear is a block away and I’ve enough coats, hats, gloves and winter boots to get me there on foot to retrieve The Hurricane Box. Yes, we even have a hand-powered radio.

I may have a purpose in this life and may have lived it and may be living it still. I’ve saved people and animals, someone must have a use for me to be here. The bird (capon) has landed and is in the freezer until 12/23, my husband’s birthday. Saving a capon is not my life’s goal, as we and our guests are going to eat it. It’s Christmas here with a tree and everything magical. Dee


Apparently salt does not melt snow below 15 degrees. Then they have to add chemicals. I took our dog around the block this morning and she chose which paw to put up in unusual pain and kept switching.

Our town likes to salt, not plow, real snow. Zoe likes to eat snow but only the fresh stuff. So I took her out and since she was hurt, left her with my husband and put on my real winter boots, probably a pound apiece. Thanks Doug! He sold us clothes, mostly for my husband, in the Rockies.

I went to the local coffee shop for us and got a few “Cowboy Cookies” to help the ice fishers get through the day and keep fed and warm. I couldn’t find a way to them on foot. So I put them in the freezer and will take them out and we’ll drive them down in the morning.

Anywhere I live, I find things that need to be done and try to do them while I’m there. This morning I and the dog walked by a cyclist with a winter bike with really wide tires coming up the hill over snow and ice. He got a “hurrah” and “well done!” This past week we’ve met two dogs who are newly certified therapy dogs for local hospitals.

They won’t accept my dog because she eats raw food. I’m not going to change her diet at age ten and think she makes enough people happy every day just being herself. Everyone knows Zoe, even if they forget my name.

I got three stop signs and a crosswalk in a year. We do what we can do and always try to make a difference. Make a difference in your community, Dee

Kindergarten Chic

Early this morning after I took the dog out, twice as always, I went on an errand a few blocks away for my husband. En route it started snowing softly, and now big-time. Winds are whistling and it’s snowing sideways and raining straight down, if one can imagine that.

I was supposed to complete this errand Monday but they’d not processed it. This morning I walked about eight blocks to get there for pickup.

Perhaps you remember, especially if you grew up in the NE or mid-west your mother making you mittens with a string that went through your coat. I’ve one better, My Auntie L made woolen balaclavas that only showed our eyes and we could pull it up over our noses.

To walk eight blocks I wore, bottom up, Sketchers suede shoes with great traction on the ice, SmartWool socks (new ones with pattern that are very comfortable), nylon workout pants, Pipeline plaid ski pants to go with…

a cotton camisole, a polar tec anorak from Tiso bought in Scotland when we were there, an 800 fill Marmot ski jacket and a polar tec vest atop that. Plus wool cap (thanks Doug in Park City) and microfiber gloves, orangy-red, to go with cap, scarf (made by Auntie L in pinks and orangy-reds and gloves). It is not that cold or I would’ve gone with the fur Cossack hat and waterproof gloves and perhaps snow boots. I don’t know, living in the cold has allowed us to expand our repertoire to include everything from rain to snow to ice and beyond. Think Buzz Lightyear. To Infinity……… and Beyond!

When I arrived there I was about to say that if our order was not ready yet again, I would cancel it or they would have to deliver. For fun, I brought the new signature Gucci Museo bag from my father in which to carry my wallet and other items. It was my little inside joke to myself being dressed as a kindergartner off on the first snowy day.

Then, I didn’t want to dress for it. Now it takes time, especially when the dog takes me out multiple times a day but I know how to stay warm, and dry. When I grew up it was all wool. Now I check the weather online and find out temperature and wind speed and instantly know what high tech layers to don.

We do not yet have the leather face masks they use in the arctic to prevent noses from freezing and falling off, but will do so if we ever go there. Stay warm and dry and watch those winds. Cheers! Dee

Snow Removal

As Cardinals alight on trees, a hint of buds emerge on the lilac bush across the street that is lovingly tended by a neighbor who keeps her building awash in flowers, there are high winds and snow continues to fall.

Yes, my husband will be stealing my car all week because I have snow tires, as his are in storage. I am CB or confined to barracks.

Our city and county have a unique and cost-cutting approach to snow removal on local streets and sidewalks. It is called “Spring.”

“Make ’em wait, it’ll melt eventually,” is the mantra. Now when I complained that every curb ramp for ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act of 1990) was obstructed by two feet of snow the City showed up and plowed two sidewalks and three ramps. One is on a designated crosswalk, the only one in our neighborhood, but the County Parks have the other side so forget walking your dog across the street.

Even when they do plow, it looks like independent pickup trucks who do the work. Where I lived for the past few years had articulated tractors and high tech equipment that kept our roads and driveways clear. When Hartfield airport in Atlanta got snowed in, our city flew snow equipment out there to clear the runways.

This must be either a joke or a bad dream from which I cannot awaken. My husband has an early meeting and will have to leave 45 minutes to an hour before to get there in time because cars are going 3-5 miles per hour on the city streets, and who knows if they’ve even bothered to plow the highways.

Yes, Spring may happen, though not soon enough. I’ll walk to the store and take the dog out 5X somehow. It’s 6:00 a.m. and City trucks are plowing the streets for a change. High taxes, swallowed up by bureaucracy, and a dearth of corporate employers says dying town to me. I’m glad we’re paying through the nose for underground heated parking! Cheers, Dee

Puppy Love

Yesterday morning I was out with our dog and let her play for a few moments with a larger male dog. Turns out the male is 11 years old.

Today we went out several times and our Zoe saw, in the midst of a snowstorm, kids way down a hill across a busy street, sledding down to a playing field. She went puppy nuts and ran around like a lunatic and ate fresh snow.

Zoe just turned nine. Add those up in “dog years” and she’s an old lady doing disco and karaoke while volunteering at the senior center!

Just seeing them get charged up by a couple inches of snow is inspiring. As for me, I have to check the weather to find out what hat and gloves to wear, double coat, Wellies or hiking boots. Feels like kindergarten, except then someone else dressed me. Now I have to worry about the floors as well as there’s so much salt.

Here no-one shovels. The streets are rarely plowed and forget ramps put in due to ADA, the Americans with Disabilities Act, as those are all snowed in and now mushed in and there are a number of folks around here in wheelchairs who cannot get around. Also salt is what people use, rather than a shovel or snow blower, and the city/county are the last to come in to get their sidewalks and trails into reasonable condition. It usually takes a few days.

Seeing these old dogs play and enjoy the snow is a joyous occasion, like watching all the dogs in the pool with the pool furniture sunk in it before a major hurricane. Yes, been there, done that.

Streets and sidewalks should be the first priority of the city and county. I don’t see much effort in that regard. I awakened Sunday morning to hear a truck scraping dry pavement (ouch) but once we have snow, there’s nothing. Was someone just clocking overtime on Sunday and sleeping today?

It’s always good to see the kids sledding and the dogs playing. Cheers, Dee


For those from TX who think we have not been able to adopt the Rockies lifestyle, we packed three medium sized boxes simply titled “Outerwear.”

Of course I have Crocs, Nikes, winter Croc boots, Hunter bright yellow rain boots, hiking boots and severe storm winter boots. Plus about 12 coats.

So moving to a similar climate shouldn’t be a big deal, but it is. We love it here in the mountains. We have friends here who will be missed.

But in TX we would never have packed three boxes of “outerwear.” So I must say, thou dost move too often.

We’re nearly done packing so apparently there’s going to be a party here tomorrow evening. All that’s left is to drive off and hopefully not into a major snowstorm. Of course I’ll keep in touch. Cheers, Dee

Not WordPress Snowflakes!

WP is good enough to place (fake) snowflakes on my page over the holidays then take them off. We’ve been getting the real stuff! The big equipment has been out in force and my husband shoveled the decks today so we could grill burgers for dinner.

Not a lot to get excited for, though the ski resorts must be happy. A lot of ours melted today but will freeze overnight. Some stalwart XC skiers were out on the path today, that really needs more snow and grooming before it’s decent. Last year I believe it was packed by now with at least 18″ of snow.

Now the PIB’s (People In Black, from the Sundance Film Festival) are questioning their choices of vehicles and dress, as the snow didn’t stop until this morning and is expected to return for much of the week.

Living in the mountains for three years has been gorgeous, but we know to have two AWD vehicles with killer snow tires as well as all-year tires. Also I’ve four pair of boots: hiking; Wellies (from Scotland, Hunter Boots) for Mud Season; Crocs for taking the dog out in the morning; and hefty insulated ones for real deep snow/foul/cold weather. If you come out here in stiletto’s to walk anything but a runway, you’re out of luck.

I also have four hats, including a new Cossack hat my husband bought me before Christmas. That’s the warmest. And four pair of winter gloves starting with liners and going up to heavy duty that I couldn’t possibly drive in.

Now, as soon as we both (forget my husband, he had everything he needed eons before me or even planning to come out west) get everything, we can’t possibly look at going to another climate!

Our economy needs the snow. I drove in a blizzard to get one shirt to the cleaner. I can cook dinner and wash a shirt, but for interview time it’s best to leave it to a professional. I was working the windshield wipers, back wiper, and both defrosts while dodging clueless people in the middle of the street (the sidewalks were shoveled) and drivers backing out without ever having any visual contact.

When I returned a neighbor said that he trusts himself driving in this, just not anyone else. I agree wholeheartedly! Cheers, Dee