First Shovel

The price of Independence

The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude. ~ Voltaire

First snow of the year

I have made the determination....snow is only fun if you don't have to work in it...

My car several hours before I left work....it continued to snow after I took this picture.  I left it there & caught a ride home.

Atticus LOVES the snow.  He spent a lot of time running...

eating...

more running...

and catching snowballs!

My scarf.  ha. 

Homebound for the night!

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches. ~ e.e. cummings

The first night before the storm

The weatherman is predicting a fairly big snowstorm starting tonight into tomorrow.  Of course, they've been predicting this storm to hit since Sunday and so far no go, so I'm hoping that the predicted 10 inches of snow to fall starting tonight will turn to rain.  I know I know, 10 inches?  Pbbbbttt...thats nothing.  But in my defense, in our defense, its 10 inches for the PNW, areas that are used to being hit with mild temperatures and 4 months of rain during the winter. 

I went from east coast driving in the snow with very little worries to west coast being a nervous nelly when the roads aren't even being touched with snow.  Its something about the area and the fact that I have to worry about all these inexperienced drivers out there, I think.

Anyways, Atticus and I hung out a bit outside today after work - it is actually eerily sunny.  The calm before the storm?

Just one more day of work.  I need to be at work at 4am (or earlier if they get overwhelmed), so I cancelled my gym and coffee plans for the evening and will have a relaxing few hours with my dog, a beer, and perhaps pinterest.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. ~ Carl Reiner 

levantate



Its officially doc martens weather...

 Let's not forget that the little emotions are the great captains of our lives and we obey them without realizing it. 
~Vincent Van Gogh

another day

another day of overcast skies and walking atticus in the downpours that only occur when we're outside. *sigh*

"for how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?" ~ john steinbeck