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Dec. 1st, 2010
I should just title every post "Snow" and be done with it. I haven't see the hardtop in over a week. Today got up to 28 or so (hottest since sometime before Thanksgiving) but of course it snowed another two inches (and is snowing now), so it's not like anything could melt. I did go shovel the driveway and sidewalks in a moment of nothing coming down, though. I figure it's good exercise, plus--PMB has been on a full-power energy awake cycle, and after having him basically glued to me for nearly two days straight, I just needed to be ALONE. And doing hard physical labor is something my kids never want to do, so it's a great way to get that alone time. Besides, if I didn't shovel it off, it'd just freeze over to crustiness and be harder to remove. But new stuff is still powdery, so it was easy.
Anyway. My husband's been formatting and reading over some local history and life history articles for his grandfather, who is also from the area. (Not married to the grandmother who ordered books to the out-of-the-way canyon--the grandfather on the other side.) I proofread the pages today. It reminds me of the kind of local articles I've found when doing German genealogical research. They're usually full of voice and local details you won't find in a regular, boring history book. Since I just finished reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's FARMER BOY to the girls, I handily knew the difference between "threshing" and "thrashing," and I even knew what shocking wheat was all about. Like I said, history is not very far back in Idaho. (They did, however, have some machinery to use when my gpa-in-law was farming. It wasn't ALL by hand, like in Farmer Boy.) I have to say, I'm so glad I don't have to kill my own turkeys! I would quickly become a vegetarian. (I know. That's completely hypocritical, isn't it? I like meat, but I sure don't want to know any of the details about how it gets on my plate.) One of the interesting things I didn't know about was Hoover wagons. That's when an old car would basically die. So they'd hook it up to a team of horses, and presto! It still goes, and with the tires, it runs way better than a regular wagon with big wooden wheels.
Right now I'm working on the WIP. It's MG, which isn't what I usually read, but it's going well. The past few days have been a bit crazy so I haven't had much chance to work on it, and it's taking a bit to get back into the groove. I'm almost to 40K, though!
Wishing you all clear skies...
Anyway. My husband's been formatting and reading over some local history and life history articles for his grandfather, who is also from the area. (Not married to the grandmother who ordered books to the out-of-the-way canyon--the grandfather on the other side.) I proofread the pages today. It reminds me of the kind of local articles I've found when doing German genealogical research. They're usually full of voice and local details you won't find in a regular, boring history book. Since I just finished reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's FARMER BOY to the girls, I handily knew the difference between "threshing" and "thrashing," and I even knew what shocking wheat was all about. Like I said, history is not very far back in Idaho. (They did, however, have some machinery to use when my gpa-in-law was farming. It wasn't ALL by hand, like in Farmer Boy.) I have to say, I'm so glad I don't have to kill my own turkeys! I would quickly become a vegetarian. (I know. That's completely hypocritical, isn't it? I like meat, but I sure don't want to know any of the details about how it gets on my plate.) One of the interesting things I didn't know about was Hoover wagons. That's when an old car would basically die. So they'd hook it up to a team of horses, and presto! It still goes, and with the tires, it runs way better than a regular wagon with big wooden wheels.
Right now I'm working on the WIP. It's MG, which isn't what I usually read, but it's going well. The past few days have been a bit crazy so I haven't had much chance to work on it, and it's taking a bit to get back into the groove. I'm almost to 40K, though!
Wishing you all clear skies...
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Dec. 1st, 2010 09:57 pmSpeaking of snow, I'm not just being wimpy. The neighbor across the street--a guy who's maybe 30??--managed to slip and break his leg in a spectacular complex break while out running the snow blower on his driveway. He spent several days in the hospital last week because of it.
Also, our next door neighbors have an ATV. With a snowplow attachment.
Seriously, the plow, the snowblower (that gets more use than the lawnmower, I'm betting), the downtown survival store--they're not just luxuries or cultural oddities. They're serious, everyday business!
Also, our next door neighbors have an ATV. With a snowplow attachment.
Seriously, the plow, the snowblower (that gets more use than the lawnmower, I'm betting), the downtown survival store--they're not just luxuries or cultural oddities. They're serious, everyday business!