Right Around The Corner

Hmmmmm, what shall we talk about today?

Oh, I know!

Summer!

Sigh . . . only kidding.

I mean, we could talk about summer . . .

. . . we should talk about summer . . .

. . . but what good would that do us, really?

We had a bit of a snowdump here in New London on Monday and Tuesday . . .

. . . New London -- aka Storm Central.

And the intrepid Mistah Schleckah took a walk out into it . . .

Oh, hello Car . . . 

Hello Fire Hydrant . . .

Hello Montauk Avenue . . . 

Hello Adorable Shoveling Stranger . . . 

Hello Subie . . . 

Hello Deck . . . 

Oh, hello, Mistah!

I let Mistah do the trudging . . .

. . . while my view, on the other hand, was out this very window.
All. Day. Long.

And then, at 10 p.m., miraculously, the snow plow came by.
Hello, Snow Plow Man!

Oh dear.

Yesterday, though? The snow stopped falling, I returned to my usual walk downtown, and in the afternoon, I had the sun to accompany me on my walk back home . . .

A plowed sidewalk is a rare and lovely treat for a pedestrian . . .

Whoopsie! Sometimes those plowed sidewalks end abruptly.

I'll be walking down the middle of the road for the next few months.

Oh, it may look pretty, but I have just two words to describe those pretty icicles to you:

Bad. Attic. Insulation.

But finally? Our home.

It's really tragic that our new shovel is buried on our deck . . .

. . . but no worries . . .

. . . Summer is right around the corner.