The Siege of Pyatograd
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pyatThe wind blew off our milk door!
So, after shoveling the walk and porch, I remained outside as the light failed, boldly screwing it back into place as the wind howled. Claire also remained outside, in the backyard where she and Elizabeth had been playing for the previous 45 minutes. Elizabeth had retreated indoors about 15 min earlier, but Claire insisted on staying outside. She was "digging for a 'tick," by which she meant that she was trying to uproot a shrub.
20 more minutes pass as I work on the milk door, then:
"Dad!"
"Are you okay, Claire?"
"I'm 'tuck," she replied, in a faint, plaintive voice.
I walked round back, and found she'd worked her way about ten feet through the snow, before getting stuck in a drift that came up to my thighs.
"Do you want me to pick you up?"
She nodded.
"I'm cold. I'm tired."
Poor little sprout. It was all very tragic. Though, now she's had hot chocolate and she and Elizabeth are hiding under a blanket, and all is well with the world.
And, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pwnedkitten, photos of snow:
Wind-shaped drifts in front of the garage.
The milk door, defiled by fierce winds!
Claire and Elizabeth run for the Allied Lines.
The backyard.
Claire, trying to dig up a stick.
More snow drifts.
The north side of the house.
Snow princess! Elizabeth heads inside.
This photo, taken with a flash, gives you an idea of the actual volume of flying snow.
So, after shoveling the walk and porch, I remained outside as the light failed, boldly screwing it back into place as the wind howled. Claire also remained outside, in the backyard where she and Elizabeth had been playing for the previous 45 minutes. Elizabeth had retreated indoors about 15 min earlier, but Claire insisted on staying outside. She was "digging for a 'tick," by which she meant that she was trying to uproot a shrub.
20 more minutes pass as I work on the milk door, then:
"Dad!"
"Are you okay, Claire?"
"I'm 'tuck," she replied, in a faint, plaintive voice.
I walked round back, and found she'd worked her way about ten feet through the snow, before getting stuck in a drift that came up to my thighs.
"Do you want me to pick you up?"
She nodded.
"I'm cold. I'm tired."
Poor little sprout. It was all very tragic. Though, now she's had hot chocolate and she and Elizabeth are hiding under a blanket, and all is well with the world.
And, for
pwnedkitten, photos of snow:Wind-shaped drifts in front of the garage.
The milk door, defiled by fierce winds!
Claire and Elizabeth run for the Allied Lines.
The backyard.
Claire, trying to dig up a stick.
More snow drifts.
The north side of the house.
Snow princess! Elizabeth heads inside.
This photo, taken with a flash, gives you an idea of the actual volume of flying snow.
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Date: 2008-12-19 11:15 pm (UTC)Of course.
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Date: 2008-12-19 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-19 11:27 pm (UTC)An English teacher chimes in
Date: 2008-12-19 11:47 pm (UTC)Yes, I know that the plural of moose is not meese, despite the fact that the plural of goose is geese. Don't try to change the subject.