Snow is falling, snow on snow
The forecast Monday snow arrived last night and is supposed to return this evening. But it was only flurries when I set out this morning and the city-salted sidewalks were still clear so I wore my shoes. Of course when I came back there was an inch of the stuff, but still, fine. I cooked up the turkey roll yesterday and thought to buy another, but Loblaws is chary of their turkey rolls for some reason. There were none at Thanksgiving and none again today. Ah well. One roll should last me a while. And alas, my arthritic elbows are too weak to heft a real frozen turkey into my cart, even were I minded to. One can have too much keto, after all.
Oh, and my lost gloves probably did fall out of the shallow pocket of my good winter jacket because one glove did that today. A kind Loblaws employee ran after me with it. But seriously, North Face, for what you cost and the fact that it's certainly not a coded female jacket, you could have deeper pockets.
The new shovel arrives, theoretically. I say theoretically because there's a distinctly unshovel-shaped box on the porch. Am I to assemble the thing? I suppose I should go and find out.
Oh, and my lost gloves probably did fall out of the shallow pocket of my good winter jacket because one glove did that today. A kind Loblaws employee ran after me with it. But seriously, North Face, for what you cost and the fact that it's certainly not a coded female jacket, you could have deeper pockets.
The new shovel arrives, theoretically. I say theoretically because there's a distinctly unshovel-shaped box on the porch. Am I to assemble the thing? I suppose I should go and find out.