On Thursday, during the noon hour, I ran some errands downtown and while I was outside the Bonanza Market, a native elder came up to me and said:
Snow. Two Days.
I made a mental list of all the things we needed to do if the snow was really going to come in two days.
- cut and stack the last load of firewood
- take the shade cloth off Hank’s kennel
- put the hoses away
- get the wheelbarrow put away
- dump the flower pots and get them put away
- rake the leaves off the front steps up from the gate
- tarp the wood racks
27 hours after the elder’s prognostication…
It’s Sunday morning now, -8C, and there is still snow! And I didn’t get many of those things done!
Robert Service’s cabin, a half block behind our house, a few days apart:
Dad messaged me yesterday to ask if I had writer’s block, and if that is why I haven’t blogged. No! Never. Just always busy doing something! Take longer walks, and planning my trip to Holland!
I’m going to visit relatives I’ve never met and see the house where my Grandpa was born and raised! I’m going to Rotterdam for work, and staying an extra week to see my paternal homeland! Jeff is going to come and join me for a week too. His first time over the ocean!
Let me catch you up on what I’ve been up to, with photos:
Just today we got our trailer tucked away in its winter home, under a roof, inches away from our friend’s larger trailer.