Monday, February 21, 2011
Winsten and I decided we would get in more walking.
I got my jacket and uggs on, and out the door we went.
It was sprinkling. Not to worry; we have walked in sprinkles before!
We get to the top of the driveway, and it is RAINING.
I mean, RAINING. Ok. We keep going toward the mailbox.
Now it was sleeting. And sleeting rather hard, too.
We are committed to the mail box, so we travel on.
By the time we get to the mailbox, the sleet had turned to little hail, and then a very fast snow.
We are at the mailbox and then I remember today is President's Day, so no mail.
I have no hood on my jacket, and we are really getting pelted by the fast, blowing snow.
Winsten is looking at me as if to say "now WHY are we out here???".
We speedily walk back to the house, logging in a half mile, and wouldn't you just know it.
The snow is nearly stopped.
We are soaked, but sure did a fast half mile. Better than nothing.
I change my clothes, dry my hair and am heading into the quilt room. I think I will play some Harry Belafonte music and imagine myself in the warm, bright sunny Carribbean.