A bit of warmth refreshes the landscape. With warmer temperatures predicted for this weekend, there's hope that the icicle forming a pillar on the northeast corner of my house may fall without impaling anyone. And perhaps without taking off a section of the roof. Oh, what a dreamer.
Climbing on roofs to shovel has become a kind of competitive sport in Minnesota this winter. Every third house has grown a ladder that seems to be permanently positioned from the walkway to the lowest roof access point. With ice dams that seem Zamboni-ready, our house could use a little shoveling. Unlike the summer house painting adventure, at least the prospect of falling off into the snow sounds like a softer landing. Unless I fall under the killer icicle.
Bad Romance with Ken
Oh, like YOU haven't ever started the weekend by dressing a Barbie in pickle-pimento loaf.
4 comments:
I love the meat ensemble. But I'm a butcher by trade. I think you might have some evidence of mental illness.
Your brother
Thanks for checking out my blog. As for the allegation of mental illness, I think we can agree that it is an inherited trait.
I follow your blog everyday, but Trevor finially taught me how to post a comment on it. Check your FB once in a while.
Phil
I'll try but I have Facebook-o-phobia, the fear that I will fall into Farmville and never return.
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