We woke up early and walked to the coffee shop. Mule dog came along and we played in the snow.
Railroad tracks along Frankfort Avenue.
Maybe I was a bit to enthusiastic about bundling up ... Here I'm wearing: thermal shirt, sweater, running tights, jeans, two pairs of wool socks, waterproof hiking boots, arm warmers, mittens, coat, scarf and hat. I was a soggy sweatball when we arrived at Heine Bros.
Findley and Frankfort crossing
Wrigley could not join us because he is a horrible priss when it comes to cold weather. He'll carefully choose his path, balancing on tiny patches of dirt and rock to avoid touching his paws to snow. If he actually does any bathroom business (a rare triumph, on my part), he'll run to the door and cower until I let him back inside.
Last night we shared our home with friends and family who had lost power. I made dumpling soup and turtle bars. Kurt wore his union suit the entire day.
There are friends in Russia, Canada and Alaska who are reading this right now, perhaps scoffing at our Extreme Snowpocolypse '09. My Canadian friend taunted me, "Oh No! Snow in Kentucky!? Somebody call FEMA!" So many jokes.