So, I know that I’ve been really really bad about updating ye olde blog over here. Frankly, I didn’t quite know what to say. These days, I pretty much cook up a storm/consider exotic and edgy knitting tricks/ occasionally sing with dear old dad’s band. Then we got a Kayla and we were working and having some adventures. But now, thanks to my dandy new Cybershot, I can promise a little more Bilbo Blogginz. So, this post will be some shots of the blizzard (we’re about 15 hours strong), and part of a small introduction to the MA.
The snowstorm started last night, we actually had to go dig my dad out on some crazy back hill dirt road, where he had burned off what little tread remained on his male-pattern-balding tires. But this morning, I woke up and saw this:
pardon my screen.
One thing that’s nice about Wmass, is that in tiny hick (hick is a relative term) towns like mine, there are more snowplows then people. So, we only had to dig a little, because Peter, the across the street neighbor, comes with his giant tractor and plows us out.
our street!
our house!
They’d done some shoveling already, but Kayla, Ma, and I still suited up. 
shovelshovelshovel ( I promise I helped too)
not sure what SHE’s so happy about.
Kayla is pissed that we had to dig out the car last night. So she menaces it/sells L.L.Bean.
But with three people, pretty soon we were done, and got to play around a little.
SnowToad.
Straight Flake-Chasin’
GLAMAH SHAWT!
So far, that’s been the Snow Day. For next time… The Harp.
