Sunday, December 21
Sunday Eve, December 21st… The snow has ended until Wed……
Vicki and I got tired of sitting on the couch, knitting and watching Christmas programs on TV, so Vick went to the basement freezer to round us up some dinner and I went to the back porch to shovel (slowly and little shovels full) snow to get to the bird seed in the 15 gallon garbage can. After I reached the seed can, I cleaned off the bird feeders and filled each to capacity for the chirping little feather balls fluttering around me… watching intently…… both they and I knowing I would probably have to refill at least a few before dark again. I knew they would flutter away and bring the entire Greene County flock of winter song birds down on the rear deck like the Japanese attacking Pearl Harbor. Amazing how the little buggers can leave and come back so quick, with so many friends…… It’s like they were all back at camp, waiting for the scout to return with information about a lost waterin’ hole…… except in this instance…… a feed plot!
Tomorrow they are calling for more snow showers, which is all right by us. Let it snow…… it’s finally winter today… it can snow till spring now, who cares. After dinner, I’ll go out and fire up the snow blower and follow yesterdays course and open things up again. It should take the same 40 minutes it did yesterday, then I’ll be done again until Wednesday or Wednesday evening if it gets bad. They are calling for shitty weather for Christmas Eve and we are planning a dinner that evening. If no one can make it here, (Vick’s family is coming from way up in the Catskill mountains…… if they can get out) and family friends, Jimmy, Maria and kids are coming from Tannersville…… I think we’ll tell them that they are welcome to spend Christmas Eve with us even if Vick’s family can’t come and well do some kind of meal. We’ll save the big dinner for Christmas day, If they can get out then. We’ll still do the big dinner as planned on Christmas Eve, if everyone can make it here. (Vick’s family has to travel out a private lane about 250 yards long and down three more small roads before they reach route 23 in Lexington, all of which get plowed last) Oh well, all we can do is wait and hope Richie got the long lane plowed so they can get out. That takes several days sometimes before the plow guy gets up there.
Vick and I also wish Robin, our friend from Georgia, could be here to spend the holiday with us. That would have been a really super delight for both of us. We love her like a sister and dread her being down there alone!
Check out the pictures of the latest snow accumulations. The grill is buried again! I’ll clean the deck up tomorrow.