Wow, 13 inces of snow in less than 24 hours. Merry Christmas.
At least it was lif=gt and fluffy, except where the plows packed it in, of course. The snow at the end of my driveway was about 3 feet deep, and packed in. I started to shovel it this morning after I got home from work, so we could get Jenny out and off to work, but she decided it was taken too long and walked to work, tellingme to stop and take a break “right now”. I did, and am happy that I did, because the snowplow came by about 45 minutes later, and filled what I’d shoveled right back in.
I got the driveway pretty well, and the walkway, then later asked Matt to widen out the end of the walkway, shovel out the mail box, and make a path to the cellar door. He did a superb job.
Maybe I’ll take pictures tomorrow.
That’s it from here today, except I finished Jenny’s presents today. WOOT!
Oh, and, my sister Denise brought over Xmas fudge. Another WOOT!
(We’ve got way too much junk food.)

From a couple of days ago:

Maybe they were looking for a place to stay

It’s been six days since my father died, and I ‘m still trying to wrap my head around it.

My father was a good man, and well loved, the church was overflowing at the service on Friday, and many people talked about what my father had done for them, how he’d helped then in some manner, large or small, and their great love and admiration for him.

I don’t think I’ll ever be as good a person as my father (although I know my wife may think different), but if I’ve learned one thing this week, it’s that you need to be the change you want, you need to do what’s right, or appropriate, even if no one else does. Do what’s important to you.  Help those that need it.

And, I think that that is the greatest thing that my father left for me.