Leaving home in the dark through the back door is not as dangerous as it looks (if you count steps, anyway). And turn the torch app on…
This is too much.
Also (and I want to be proud of this, but I’m too depressed), Sault Ste. Marie has apparently broken a national record for snowfall this year. Twice.
It’s only February, and sometimes we have snow right through April and into May. I don’t know if I can take that this year.
This is how Ky and Carson dressed to go dog-walking with me. I got to lead (or be led by) both dogs, something that hasn’t happened since late fall. They seemed to fall back into old habits pretty well at first, but I did discover one thing the hard way: both Kaylee and Ringo want to chase snow machines.
There are a lot of snow machines on the streets of Wawa.
I can ski now, though. Sort of.
My little balcony greenhouse seems to be doing surprisingly well… I really didn’t expect this. The above photo shows most of the very tiny space.
I planted this cucumber from seed in October of 2015 – it’s still really tiny, as cucumber plants go; even cucumber plants grown in pots, if my summer parking lot garden of 2015 is any indication – and yet, it’s flowering! I can see a few more buds coming, which I’m grateful for, as I think I’ll have to propagate it by hand. Wish me luck with that.
He really was a good guy – you just didn’t want to piss him off. I was an expert at pissing him off, whether I meant to or not. If there was a way to screw things up, and piss my dad off, I would manage it.
Before Kyla was born, her dad and I would go down to Teeny-Tiny Town for Christmas every year. He had two kids from his first marriage, so that made arrangements difficult. Worse, I worked in retail – in a mall – and I had two days to celebrate in: Christmas Day and Boxing Day. And those poor kids had a lot of places to be.
Our Christmas routine tended to look like this: