Friday, December 17, 2010

The day after the blizzard

Hi there Jeni and Mary,   These pictures have been ready to post for about a week.  I guess I have been lazy.
Jeni on the front steps.  Note how high the snow drifted on the porch roof.
This is what the window looks like from the inside.
Alice prefers a room with a view
A view of the driveway from the street
The first cut through the driveway.  That snow is high on the side of the neighbors house.
Jon starts to clear the center of the driveway.  E and Jeni helped.

A view of  Jon through the frosted screen of the porch window.
Neighbor kids having a great time in the snow.  The one with the Santa hat has a
black scarf around his face.  You can't even see his eyes.
Love,
Nancy

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.

Howdy -
  I'll leave it to you to read the rest of Robert Frost's poem.  I'd like to talk some more about ice - in fact, water in all its forms.  For instance, nice blizzard you're having in Minnesota.  I just saw on the news that the Metrodome has been flattened.    
And then there's the little dusting of snow Billings got this morning, just enough to hide where the really slick ice is.   Here's an example of a Billings side street:

26th Street N.
Underneath the dusting is a crusty, slippery obstacle course. We've had some warmer weather, but it will take one massive chinook to take care of what we've pressed into ice by driving on it.
And then there's the ice that formed in a basement pipe in Whitefish, and thawing, floated up under our kitchen sink and got stuck in the water filter, bursting it. 

Of course, we knew nothing of this.  After being gone for two weeks, Brian arrived in Whitefish around 9 pm. He was tired from an 8-hour drive extended to 11 hours by bad weather, running out of gas, and a nasty case of the stomach flu.  He was ready to just empty the car and fall into bed.  Instead he was greeted at the back door by two inches of water in the kitchen, and it was still running out of the burst filter:

 It looked like the water had been running for some time.  Here's what our 80-yr.-old oak floor looks like now:
This is the dining room.

Detail of floor between office and dining room.
Brian says the linoleum in the kitchen is toast too.  When he went down to the basement to turn off the water (because there was no shutoff under the kitchen sink), he said it was "raining" down there.  Of course, that's where all his tools are.


"Luckily" the water did not get too high upstairs because it was running into this furnace intake vent and thus down into the basement:

The furnace is still working though we'll have to get it checked on.  To top it off, the weather has been bad enough to keep the insurance adjuster from making his visit.  He lives in Great Falls and that's about 3 hours away over Marias Pass.  So we'll have to wait a few days more to see what he says.
Regarding Frost's poem about which would be worse, I definitely prefer this to a fire.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Saturday December 11, 2010 or 12-11-10

Hi there Mary.  
We are having a nice day here.  I have beaten our sister Jeni at Hand and Foot one more time.
And then, it is snowing.  Well really it is blizzarding, if that is a word.
Jeni spitting into the wind.  Well OK.  Shoveling during a blizzard.  The snow on the porch roof is at least 15 inches high.
So far.
And then, Alice is depressed...
Alice has problems
She has problems...
That darn mousie has escaped
The mouse she released on her release site, our bed, has escaped...
I'll get it tomorrow night for sure.  Now get me a treat.
We will look forward to that Alice.   NOT.   How about if you show it to Jeni tomorrow?   

Love, Nancy

Friday, December 3, 2010

Winter pictures

Hi Mary and Jeni,
I took some pictures on the way home last week and here are a few of them
November Sunset
Meeting another car
Getting close to home
Through the Woods
Junco tracks like lace in the snow
Hoar frost on the Amur Maple
A cold Purple Finch
That's all for now.  How is the snow in your street doing?  Still there?  Frozen?  Melted?
Love,
Nancy