Whew, what a wild and wooly weekend for you East Coasters, eh?
Fern’s Aunt Kelly had to take refuge with the cousins at Grandma and Grandpas house on the Cape…thank goodness for backup generators.
I can’t imagine being without power in a snowstorm…I just hope most folks have wood heat options.
Sigh. We really feel for you all. Winter can be long and cold and hard going. It was so rough for us this weekend that we had to take refuge at the beach.
Those highs in the 50s can be really brutal.
Leo tended fire. We hope all you freezing New Englanders have a sonic screwdriver to keep those flames high.
And know how to use it.
Remember, you don’t need electricity to cook your food.
Thankfully, we brought other provisions.
Fern couldn’t stand the suspense. Never having had them before, she kept proclaiming I loooove marshmallows, while holding up a sausage and saying I wanna cook dis marshmallow.
We ate the whole bag. But they were small and vegan, which means they’re only half as bad for you as the Jet-puffed kind, right?
Even if it is winter, you can still go outside to play.
Play until the sun goes down.
An old friend recently took note that Fern’s new coat is like one I’ve always wanted, but “have never bought for myself”. And then I found this one, half off (= ridiculously cheap) at Buffalo Exchange. So now I have my own dreamcoat.
Good luck shoveling those driveways. I have to go vacuum the sand out of the bed.
(Snowy pics from The Daily Herald.)