Sunday, February 10, 2019

Weekend Blow Hard, Blow-out






When you're bundling up,

breaking the ice,

stoking the fire,

watching basketball,

snacking,

texting the Seattle weekend slumber sisters,

watching more basketball

looking out the windows, watching the wind blow hard,

 feeling relieved outside when that wind is at your back and not in your face

 or 

chasing your hat down the road

and watching the ZAGS annihilate their long-time rival,

 there's not much else to report.

Yup, we're coming to an end of the Blizzard of '0-19.

It's still frigid out there, and a much softer wind is still at work. 

The skies are clear, water in a barn tank is still frozen again this morning and that wood stove feels mighty good. 

Plus, there was a positive twist to this morning's trip to the barn when I walked out the door at the usual time, 6 a.m.

It was almost daylight! 

Any time there's visible progress this time of the year, it's a good thing. 

The other good thing:  most of the dog logs, littering trails around the buildings for the past few weeks, are no longer visible and probably frozen hard. 

So, that means a pleasant, more esthetic change in our usual traveling routes to the barn, the far shed and the woods. 

For the time being, the ice is fairly docile, but I'm sure it will get polished with time, and those Yaktrax will once again become a necessity. 

Over in Seattle, the Slumber Gals seemed to have a great time riding the ferry, walking around town and even posing under a sign (our Berlin family member) about the U-Dub rower from The Boys in the Boat whose team participated in and won a Gold Medal the 1936 Berlin Olympics.

I understand it was also National Pizza Day.  

Don't know why that's any different from usual for our daughter who pretty much celebrates National Pizza Day every day. 

Anyway, the trio properly noted the occasion by dining on pizzas.

And, at the end of a blustery day, the ZAGS had the wind at their backs all night, it seemed, in a "blow-out" over the Gaels (not to be confused with "gale").

The Gaels of Saint Mary's are more associated with the Irish people. 

And, with that in mind, I'm bidding adieu with a lovely sample from an album posted on Facebook yesterday by an Irish artist and journalist from Belfast named Billy Austin.



This photo was taken more than 100 years ago. The image, which has been hand-tinted, came from a glass negative.

It was taken in Connemara near Galway.  

Enjoy the rest of the photos below, documenting our neighborhood version of the Blizzard of '0-19. 

Happy Sunday.  Stay warm.  




















Although a gale blew my hat off while I was walking down our road, overall, the gales were good for the ZAGS who shut down the Gaels. 


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