Continuing Quiet at the Barn
Snow. It's everywhere. It's deep. It gets into your boots. It covers everything. It falls on you. You fall in it. It tests the patience of the most laid back Canuck, and managing it took most of Saturday (Bob and the sno-blower) and most of todays effort.
When I retire for good, I'm heading south with some snowshoes on the roof of the car. The first place that I stop at and where someone asks "What the hell are those?" that is where I will live out my last years...but I have to ask the wife's permission first.
The good news is that there are only two more "snow months" left, and then we get to roll around in the mud for two months...Somewhere in between we will actually get some CMP work done. I hope...
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Why is it that when you have the $$, you don't have the time, and when you have the time you don't have the $$?
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