The long nights of painting and short nights of sleeping are beginning to wear on us. If I have to look at one more skywalk, I'm going to paint it. Actually, that is exactly where we are. We are down to our last skywalk and it will be finished tonight.
We are feeling extremely un-festive right now. We'll snap out of it in a few days but before then, we'll just snap. I have a dream of a little elf, hung from thumb screws and being tortured with a feather on his bare little elf feet.
And then there's the one where a herd of Carolers approach the house just as I hit the Moat Switch.
Ya know what would help? Snow! And not just a little snowfall that doesn't stick. I'm talking about 12 inches of snow blowing frosty precipitation. Here it is, December tenth and we have yet to have any kind of significant snowfall. Hell, the local ski hill still has nothing more than a brush of whiteness hovering above the frost. Fortunately, the area forecasters are trying to accommodate me. They are all going on and on about a major storm coming for the weekend.
It will be great if it hits as they predict because this Sunday is the Annual Corbin Park Sleigh Ride. It's a great night out with the neighbors. We all gather at the Bed & Breakfast and eat snacks and stand around the fire and wait in line to ride around the park in a little 12 seater carriage pulled by Manly Stanley and the other horse. It's one of the great events around the park.
And of course, a substantial snowfall also affords me the opportunity to fire up the snow blower and do a massive blow job on the whole block.
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