Bye bye snow...

No, not this snow...



This snow:



The snow drift that has been hanging off the roof for a couple weeks finally collapsed under the weight of the icicles forming on the bottom edge.

So does this mean we only have six more weeks of winter? Maybe!!!

More Photos...

Sorry I haven't been around. My volunteer life has been extraordinarily stressful as of late -- there is a person making life hellish for many people, and I am trying to help get it resolved. Which involves talking to lots of people, lots of phone calls, lots of trying to figure out just what the hell is going on. On another hand, I have spent a ton of time trying to figure out how to make data look pretty on the computer, which is very much beyond my skills. Unless the data is a photograph, of course! But making info look good in a directory -- I have zero skills in that arena, even after hours of working on it.

But we have had a streak of warm sunny weather (warm being relative, of course. It only has to get a few degrees above freezing to be considered warm around here, although we have had temps as high as 50!!! Just once or twice, but it is working on those gigantic piles of snow! So we should be snow-free by the end of May! Still better than having temps of 107 by the end of May (sorry all my pals in Tucson, but dang. I am not a lizard.)

To the photos!



I know. I have a thing for snow removal equipment. I don't know why.


Zachary (my kid) is standing, my nephew Este is in the chair, and my Dad is in the mirror.


This is the drift hanging from the front of the house since the last big snow.


This is that same drift today. It's melting, but since it's on the north side of the house, it hasn't completely melted away yet.


See? We have our bits of grass showing too...


But it's the exception. This photo was also taken today. We have snow.


Mojo today. He is digging the whole laying out on the deck in the sun thing.

New Photos!!!

Just one for tonight...

Thor was waaaaaay more nervous about driving than I was about riding with him.

He did great, by the way.

I am not always a huge fan of machines...

When the problem is caused by a machine, here are my steps:
Turn it off. Unplug it. Turn it back on.

Turn it off, unplug it, kick it, turn it back on.

Turn it off,unplug it, hurl it across the yard/room/street, look
around to see if anyone noticed, go pick it up, plug it back in, turn
it on, whack it really hard with my hand, get really pissed cause
that's stupid and painful, call it foul and vile names, type in
insults if it has a keyboard.

Dig through my toolbox -- which is inevitably filled with loose
screws, handleless screwdrivers, screwdriverless handles, those stupid
pads that are supposed to stick to the bottom of chair legs but in
reality somehow end up stuck to the dog, nails that are too bent and
dull to pound into anything harder than styrofoam, the hammer with the
mysteriously sticky handle, the random screws and bits of wood left
over from Ikea flat packs, and all the other tool detritus that my
husband cannot throw away but doesn't want to put in his own tidy tool
tower -- give up, go raid my husband's tool cathedral, and take the
stupid machine apart.

Buy new machine because I am much better at disassembly than putting
stuff back together.

Get husband to do whatever it was I was originally trying to do, since
by this point I have thought of 47 other things to do. Or suggest to
my kids that using this tool is really fun, and they should try it
(Thank you Tom Sawyer).

Cerberus and Lincoln.

I did not name them. But I do let them live in my house. Because I am teh awesome Mom.


(Cerberus)


(The Linc)

self portrait in a Honda.

The photo of the lily I promised you.

Also...

Whoa. The earthquake in Chile moved the earth off its axis by 3 inches.

And yet my children cannot manage to flip off a light switch.

Tonight, driving through the Fort Rich gate, the guard dropped his CLIP. His clip full of bullets. I feel very safe and secure now, knowing that the gate guards have real guns with real ammo, BECAUSE I SAW THEM.

Even the studliest of guys looks ridiculous in a Snuggie...

So, really, what chance did Zach have of not looking like a complete dork?

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edited to add...This. This right here, posting an enormously embarrassing photo of my child on the intertooobages, this is why I had children. This is a good day.