Yesterday we had the most beautiful snowfall. There was absolutely no wind, and the great big flakes came down gently. It wasn't very cold -- about 31F or so -- so we didn't have much accumulation, but it was just lovely.
Our firewood looked very picturesque.
Remember that humongous spider on our front porch last summer? A single leftover web strand collected ice like a jewel.
Lydia loves snow. She guarded it from the front porch (photo taken through a dirty window, sorry).
Major is very easy to spot in this kind of weather.
Snow just transforms everything into an art form, doesn't it?
Nevertheless, the first snowfall of the winter fills me with dread, because I know it means (ominous drum roll) getting our snow tires put on.
The hardworking folks at the regional Les Schwab tire center are understandably slammed this time of year, and it routinely takes eight or nine hours to get our tires on. This year we needed new studded tires anyway, so we couldn't even change them ourselves. Nor could we get studded tires on earlier, since both Idaho and (especially) Washington have strict cutoff dates, i.e. no studded tires before November 1 (or whatever). So...
...So this morning I left the house at 6:15 am and dropped the car at Les Schwabs before 7 am. You can see the orders on the desk of people who were ahead of me.
Then I walked across the street to this charming coffee house which, thankfully, was open at that hour.
The kind people who run this establishment are used to the Les Schwab refugees and never object to long-term patrons such as myself. When I walked in this morning in search of tea, the woman at the counter greeted me and asked what I would like.
"Something BIG and HOT," I replied.
"I'm sorry, we're all out of men," she quipped, which broke everyone up.
So this became my home away from home for the day.
I suppose there's one good thing about a boring, trapped-inside day: it forces me to do some computer projects I've been putting off (an article I needed to get written, my NaNoWriMo word count for the day, etc.)
As I post this, it's 2:45 pm and I'm guessing I have another two hours to go.
UPDATE: Night fell and I finally got the call my car was done at 5:10 pm. Over ten hours. What a day.
Thanks, Les Schwab guys. Your hard work is really appreciated.