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2:00 p.m. I open the sliding door, and Little Miss Kitty Cat goes
charging out like there's no tomorrow...
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...and proceeds to use the snow as a litter box. (Yes, well, I'm just
about fed up with all of this, myself, dearie.)
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Very pleased with Herself, she returns to the house, amidst heavy
snowfall. (Echos of the Sopwith Camel, here. Very Fierce. Look Out.)
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Meanwhile, Hans has made a lot of progress on the roof. (Yes, this is
the same roof he shovelled yesterday morning. Not as you'd notice.)
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This is the roof to our music studio. With the piano in it.
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He's pointing to the ladder he used to get up there. Arrow is trying to help, but she's too short.
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And she's bored.
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"Aw. Ferget it."
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"OK! (Are we done, now?)" "No, I'm coming up there." "Darn. I was
hoping we were going to make a fire."
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So, here's the path I take to join Hans, on the roof. (I offered to
help, never dreaming that he'd accept!)
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Of course, we only have one set of snowshoes, and he's used them to
get there. I use this odd combination of post-holing and scrambling on my
hands and knees. Arrow helps. (Yes, that is my clothesline.)
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Can you hear the jingle for "Green Acres"? (...is the place to be!
Oh, by the way, those bumps in the snow in the background? They're the
Subaru and the Toyota...)
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We look at this and have a discussion: "Are we going to induce an avalanche from the
main part of the roof onto this one? Just how stupid is this?" (I, being
very macha, proceed to slip and fall. Right onto one of the skylights.
Hans tells me that his nightmares last night included actually falling
through one of the skylights. He proceeds with the rest of the roof,
while I, ever helpful, decide that the snow coming off the roof and
hitting the windows below isn't such a good idea, and is really crying out
to be moved.)
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"Whaddaya think, Arrow?"
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And I proceed to work on the underside of the roof. (Aren't the
granny glasses a nice touch?)
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And Hans decides that the workshop deck needs attention...
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...and gives it the ol' "heave-ho!"
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6:00 p.m. OK, we're back at the time-series photos, again. I tried to work on
the hot tub deck. Not as you'd notice.
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Conehead.
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South meadow. (Isn't the blue hue to the evening light pretty?)
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Wagon wheel (yeah, right.)
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Vehicles. 'Night, all. See ya manana. (...maybe! If we have power!)
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