We had another snow dump overnight and this morning's high winds whipped all that snow up into a full-blown snowstorm today. I left the house around 9:30 heading for the Goderich hospital but didn't get far before turning back. I could see zero visibility 'white-out's ahead and knew enough not to drive into them. I was also worried that had I made it to Goderich, the storm could have intensified and I might not have been able to get home and look after the Pheebs. This bad weather has come at about the worst possible time. The one bright spot is that Sabra is still in Goderich and has been able to make it to the hospital okay each day to see her Mother. I'm so thankful Sabra is with her. Of course, Kelly and I talk on the phone every day but it's not the same as being there.
THIS IS NEITHER SNOW OR ICE...IT'S GRAUPEL |
LOOKING TOWARDS OUR CARPORT FROM THE END OF OUR DRIVEWAY |
I'M SURE GLAD WE PUT NEW TIRES ON SUBIE LAST FALL |
THE SNOW ON OUR BACK DECK JUST GETS DEEPER AND DEEPER |
THAT'S A LOT OF SNOW ON OUR SHED ROOF |
Kelly called about 3:45 this afternoon to say that she has been accepted by the Huron Hospice Home west of Clinton Ontario near Holmesville. There is a chance she may be moved there tomorrow or possibly Saturday. Weather permitting of course. Her voice was still fairly strong today but that is because she was on her iPhone. In her room with a noisy exhaust fan going overhead, she is hard to hear when she speaks barely above a whisper at times. In her phone call with Dr Teriaky yesterday, Kelly asked him how much time he thought she might have left and he said,,,,,,a couple weeks.
IF THE SNOW KEEPS UP IT WILL SOON BURY THIS FENCE LINE |
A PARK RESIDENT WORKING WITH HIS SNOW BLOWER |
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Dad: Bill, wash your face! I can see what you had for breakfast this morning.
Bill: What did I have?
Dad: Eggs.
Bill: Wrong. That was yesterday!
Nutella: Noun:: God's favorite spreadable condiment, typically manufactured by pixies in the magical Land of Yum.
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My sister-in-law, a truck driver, had decided to get a dog for protection. As she inspected a likely candidate, the trainer told her, “He doesn't like men.” “Perfect,” my sister-in-law thought and took the dog.
Then one day she was approached by two men in a parking lot, and she watched to see how her canine bodyguard would react. It soon became clear that the the trainer wasn't kidding. As the men got closer, the dog ran and hid under the nearest car.
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