Well, the weekend was nice EXCEPT for the weather. I was in Lake Placid Friday, at a conference. The driving was awful, not many plows out. The conference was good, the trip home was worse than the morning drive. They never did plow OHR, so I barely made it to the house. Lucky thing I still have my winter tires on the car.
Dump run, laundry, dishes, reading (Louise Erdrich, The round house--for book group), quet time. I walked to camp on Sunday; when I left the house the sun was out, but it was sleeting hard by the time I got to the boat house. Oh well, just meant I couldn't get a picture of the mountain. Dogs had a great time but ran off to their private special place that I don't know about. Rat pigs. Treasure brought home a scapula on Saturday, a leg bone yesterday. Aren't they finished with the autopsy of that poor dead deer? There can't be many bones left.
Visit with Pat & Jim & Bill yesterday, all doing fairly well. Pat is better, apparently the traction is working for her. That's a relief--she's very tired of being housebound. Me? I'm tired of looking at snow in my yard. But the bare spots are expanding every day.
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