Monday, November 22, 2010

Ice and Rain anyone ?

We went to bed with this weather forecast....



Woke to this....



and this



KTUU REPORTS...



So we stayed home...poor husband had to go to work, A 15 miles drive at 6.30am. He saw lots of accidents including a biffed police cruiser and phoned to say "Stay home" rather emphatically.

So it's crafts and stories for us....We're making felt and then making bread in the warm!

10 comments:

  1. OMG. I thought you guys were set up for anything. Don't blame you for staying put and crafting. Hope the weather improves.

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  2. It only happens occasionally...snow they cope with really well..one year the ice was so thick and nasty there were no city buses for two days and they scraped the roads with a special blade that cut sort of corrugated ridges into the ice to provide some purchase...it helped

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  3. Geez, Val, I'll be ashamed to ever complain about the weather down here. Safe travel prayers for your hubby.

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  4. Thanks Jodi that's very kind and much appreciated

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  5. Crafts and stories sounds lovely to me! They're saying that we might see snow here by the end of the week. Which seems very early but then I realise it *is* almost December...

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  6. Wow! That is crazy. Hope the ice melts quickly!!

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  7. Keep safe and warm and have lots of fun making things with girls. Photos please.

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  8. Inside with a cosy stove, hot tea and crafts and books is lovely isn't it Cath :0)

    Thanks Abbie :0) ...it's raining hard on the ice now...what that'll do we'll see ..yikes

    I've been snapping away Maureen so post is planned :0)

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  9. Hope the weather has improved, that sounds hectic! Wow!
    Happy crafting:)
    Take care
    Linda

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  10. They've shut the schools 'till after the Thanksgiving holidays Linda and OH is a teacher so we're very lucky and are all staying in safe and warm.

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from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)