
It's strange for me to look out the back door (or as the locals say-"the front door") . The back door is the front door on lake front houses . . . okies. As I look out onto the lake, it looks bleak (exposed and barren and often windswept is the definition of bleak-yep, bleak is the word that describes it) Blowing, drifting snow. I never felt that way in the other house in Beaconsfield. But then again, I am not sure I actually got out of that house during the winter LOL. And at this house, I am out everyday. I have met more folks on the ice than any where else up here in CanadaLand.

We got a few inches today-around 6 or so. Not a lot, but enough to make "us" shovel a couple times. And I use "us" very loosely here as I try not to shovel (ok ok fine, I don't ever shovel).

Hmmmm-do you think the cats use this house? Something tells me not today.
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