Or happy, I really don't know. What I do know is that the snow gods have been very, very busy the last few days. In case you have not heard, the Syracuse area received over 40 inches of snow between Sunday and last night. The official gauge at Syracuse Hancock airport measured 43.2 inches.
That is a lot of snow. And while school in B'ville was delayed Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings, it did not close. Not even the morning, I think it was Tuesday, when we opened the back door to see one foot of fresh snow overnight.
Our morning routine has been the same all week. James gets ready for work and I get dressed, then we go out to rearrange the snow in the driveway. Thank goodness we bought the snowblower (aka to me as The Beast) last month when it was 60 degrees out. James runs the snowblower while I use the shovel and once he gets it cleared enough to get his car out of the driveway, he leaves and I finish the job. Oy vey, it is hard work, even with The Beast. I end up shedding my coat and shoveling in just my jeans and sweatshirt, appropriate since I am sweating with the effort of moving snow. Needless to say, muscles in my body about which I previously knew nothing have made their presence known. In a BIG way.
Yesterday morning we dug out as usual. James went on to work and I had just finished clearing the drive and sidewalks, and had put away The Beast when the plow went by. The foot of the driveway and part of the sidewalk were then covered again. The snowplows are doing a great job keeping up with the snowfall, but why couldn’t I have a clear drive for at least an hour? I nearly cried with frustration.
What is really odd about all this snow is that up until last Wednesday, just eight days ago, we had zero snow on the ground. From zero to 43.2 in just seven days!
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Our old house
Ta da...
Our old house! It has been a long week and a half since we closed but we are thrilled to be in our new old house. The house was built in 1912 but sat empty for several years and had deteriorated badly. The person from whom we bought the house acquired it in its derelict condition and rehabbed it. So although the house is old, it has new windows, a new roof, a new furnace, a new water heater, new bathrooms and a new kitchen.
One of my favorite features of the house is the side porch, which faces the cemetery across the street and the Seneca River beyond. Come spring and summer, we will spend a lot of time on the porch. I adore that we have a river view from three sides of the house and I can hear the geese and ducks as they fly to/from the river.
Last Saturday in the midst of unpacking boxes that the movers delivered and schlepping stuff over from the apartment, we had a knock on our front door. There stood a little old lady, who introduced herself, welcomed us to the neighborhood and handed us a pan of fresh baked brownies. Her name is Odette and she lives about seven houses away from us, she has been married for 50+ years to the same man and her house was built in 1860 - we learned that in the first five minutes of speaking with her! But we were so touched by her kindness that I nearly cried; never in our five years of living in Georgia did any neighbor do anything, well, neighborly.
We are tired, sore, our fingers are cut and our bodies are bruised from the physical efforts of moving and unpacking, but every time I drive down the street and see our house, I smile. It is good to be home.
I will post interior photos of the house once we have more things in place.
Note: It snowed last night and has snowed off and on all day, but we only have about three inches. Nothing like Buffalo received midweek!
Our old house! It has been a long week and a half since we closed but we are thrilled to be in our new old house. The house was built in 1912 but sat empty for several years and had deteriorated badly. The person from whom we bought the house acquired it in its derelict condition and rehabbed it. So although the house is old, it has new windows, a new roof, a new furnace, a new water heater, new bathrooms and a new kitchen.
One of my favorite features of the house is the side porch, which faces the cemetery across the street and the Seneca River beyond. Come spring and summer, we will spend a lot of time on the porch. I adore that we have a river view from three sides of the house and I can hear the geese and ducks as they fly to/from the river.
Last Saturday in the midst of unpacking boxes that the movers delivered and schlepping stuff over from the apartment, we had a knock on our front door. There stood a little old lady, who introduced herself, welcomed us to the neighborhood and handed us a pan of fresh baked brownies. Her name is Odette and she lives about seven houses away from us, she has been married for 50+ years to the same man and her house was built in 1860 - we learned that in the first five minutes of speaking with her! But we were so touched by her kindness that I nearly cried; never in our five years of living in Georgia did any neighbor do anything, well, neighborly.
We are tired, sore, our fingers are cut and our bodies are bruised from the physical efforts of moving and unpacking, but every time I drive down the street and see our house, I smile. It is good to be home.
I will post interior photos of the house once we have more things in place.
Note: It snowed last night and has snowed off and on all day, but we only have about three inches. Nothing like Buffalo received midweek!
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