The blizzard almost ate my blog

There were so many times during the last two days when I thought the condo complex was really just a house of cards that would blow away any minute.

We've just had a blizzard--my first official blizzard since moving to the northeast in 1983. There have been a couple of pretend blizzards, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. How does one recognize a blizzard, you might ask? One doesn't have to concern oneself with that. That's what the Weather Channel is for. They'll tell you if there's a blizzard going on. You'd think they'd come up with a catchy name for one too--like they do for all the other weather extravaganzas--but this time they fell down on the job. Mr. Gadget and I were sorely disappointed. We like nothing more than to have a good laugh over the Weather Channel's choices of names for weather happenings. It's not unlike being entertained by a good crop of football-player first names.
Here is Mr. Gadget shoveling some "surprise" snow from in front of our garage door. I had just told him I wanted to walk out onto the driveway to look around the neighborhood--during a break in the blizzardness.

"Our driveway looks pretty clear," I said, after noticing most of the snow had blown across the street. He looked out the garage windows and agreed, and then opened the overhead door.
I must say, he was a good sport about it though. While I took a few photos he shoveled....and cautioned me to watch where I stepped because he feared I might re-injure my Thanksgiving knee....and then who would heat up the Christmas leftovers?

So now I'm feeling a little tired. A good blizzard will do that to you. I think I need to sit a while near the fireplace with my feet up and enjoy a cup of coffee, and knit more mini sweater ornaments. Maybe Mr. Gadget will throw a nice crocheted afghan over me and I'll just sleep till New Years.