IMHO, a perfect storm delivers enough snow to close the library but not enough to close our street. In fact, the snow plow visited our little two blocks of nowhere before noon (a first) and we were able to pack up the skis and investigate the local rail trail. This is my husband. He took one pic of me in which I look like a nesting doll with a blotch where my nose should be, which would preserve the supposed anonymity of this blog but crush my self esteem, so it's not here. Not visible in the pics are the Easy-Gos which happily stopped short of plowing through our half-mile winter wonderland.
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