Monday, March 22, 2010
Torrin and I shoveled out paths through drifts in the front yard and while he thought it was high adventure fun, I kept thinking of the stories I read each year where some geezer that thinks he is in shape dies of a heart attack shoveling snow. Susie is shown here demonstrating the snow is pretty deep. She didn't shovel a lick and in fact spent the first two days there reading a couple different books and didn't feel guilty in the least. She rarely sleeps in and never has just "nothing to do" so with a fire going in the fireplace she drank hot chocolate and read for two solid days.