And, the Winter Is . . . .

I could not resist the "punnishing" title this morning for this morning's post after watching a clip of what had to be the most embarrassing moment in the entire universe----the Miss Universe Pageant, that is. 

Just one job to do:  announce the winner.  So, that's what the emcee did, only he announced the wrong one. 

And, not until after Miss Colombia was wearing the crown, did the mistake get corrected. No, it was Miss Philippines.  

I have a feeling those expressions will go viral for a long, long time.  Wonder if commedian Steve Harvey will be announcing beauty pageants in the future. 

Anyway, "the Winter is" beginning officially today and definitely the way one would expect of winter:  lots of snow coming down.  

When Bill came in the house this morning about 6:30 after a couple of hours of snow blowing several No. 1 and No. 2 trails around the yard and plowing out the driveway and lane, I suggested, "It doesn't take long to remember why we don't like snow."  

He agreed.  I think that assessment is usually directly proportional to how much work people in snow country have to do when it dumps and dumps, as it is supposed to do this week.  

Today the forecast calls for two more additional dumps of 2-4 inches of snow later this morning and later this evening in the valleys.  

That will be enough for all the winter wonderland fixes that I need. 

If we don't have to shovel or blow or plow, we can appreciate how pretty the countryside is as those continuous flakes come from the sky.  

The good news is aplenty as opposed to the bad news associated with work.  It feels like Christmas out there.  We know the skiers and boarders at Schweitzer have received a nice gift for their holiday play, and the likelihood of a drought has diminished.  

Today we'll hang out around home.  I'll probably assemble my cookie plates.  Funny, Gary Finney hasn't called to place or hint for his order this year.  Last year he called and requested that the cookies not be too sweet.   

Sorry, Gary.  The Lovestead is the furthest thing from a health food store, especially at Christmas.  Calories and sweets aplenty.  Plus, I think Gary does eat the stuff I put in his mailbox. 

We have a ZAGS game tonight, and, except for lots of trips on those No. 1 and No. 2 trails around the yard, we'll probably hang pretty loose around here.

So, that's all, folks.  Have a great Monday.  GO, ZAGS!!  And, let's hope that tomorrow morning, I can say "the winner is the ZAGS," and that won't be a mistake!