Having electricity but no satellite connection was like looking through the bakery window; all those goodies and no way to reach them. I played interminable games of solitaire, and then when the sun was up high enough to melt the snow off the dishes, I was out of time to do anything but gear up and get to the barn. C'est la guerre.
Linda introduced me to a new-to-me, very good Chinese restaurant where we met for a most pleasant, leisurely lunch to celebrate her birthday. I certainly couldn't windge about the smattering of snow here when she told of the three or four inches that fell at her place.
Taking advantage of the trip to town, I stopped to buy new barn shoes, the current pair falling into shreds. Imagine my joy when I found exactly what I wanted (and have been buying for a couple of years) for less than half-price. I bought two pair! The bad part is that they're probably closing that style out, hence the sale. Drat.
Pete is now an official resident of Orangevale. I am so glad he missed the worst of the weather for his move. (It doesn't snow in Orangevale.)
It was a good day.