I found this in my e-mail this morning. I'm sure some of you also had it from Homer Fitts - but for those who aren't on Homer's mailing list, I thought you might get a smile out of it, even though it isn't typical of this year:
WHY I CAN'T LEAVE VERMONT
It's Winter in Vermont
And the gentle breezes blow
72 miles per hour & 52 below
Oh how I love Vermont
When the snows up to your butt
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around,
But I would never leave Vt.
Cause I'm frozen to the ground.
I don't know who wrote it - I didn't find anything on line about it - but whoever it was knew Vermont as it normally is.
We had minor water problems on Monday during all that hard rain. The ground was frozen so the water had no place to go as it came down from our roof and the surrounding hillside, and puddled at our basement door, finally coming over the threshold into the basement. Not a calamity, but it kept us busy for a few hours Monday night channeling water to the drain and scrambling to remove furniture and rugs in its path. By morning the water outside was gone and there was a sheet of "cat ice" suspended over the walkway.
Woody, always on hand for new and exciting goings-on, investigated,
and decided he'd have no part of thin ice. Smart cat!