Happy 2011

The New Year has clambered into our little corner of the world with some notably Minnesota-esque attributes. It is cold. I admit not Frostbite Falls cold, but Upper Valley cold. It is dry. And we have snow on the ground. It’s not the normal snow of the Cascades: the heavy, water-laden snow that hits the ground with an audible thud and just sets there until some poor sap with a snow shovel comes along and forcibly moves it to a theoretically better location. No, this is the light fluffy stuff that is destined to make powder buffs ecstatic and uses the wind to create an ever changing landscape.

It was in such a wintery scene that 2010 came to a close. Richard and I spent New Year’s Eve day on a mad shopping excursion to Portland. I haven’t had so much fun since my root canal. I love to shop!

Oh, and before I forget to tell you, once again I have quit smoking. Let me rephrase that. I have given up cigarettes. I am still smoking hot! (Okay, I thought everyone could use a little humor, but you – second row, far right hand side – stop laughing! It wasn’t that funny.) I’m proud to say that it has already been 14 hours and there are no dead bodies to be disposed of in an cladestine manner. I’m saying that 2011 has been a rousing success, so far!