Greetings!
This winter has been full of exciting things. Most of them I enjoyed experiencing (like having Christmas three times), but a few I can live a long time without
ever repeating. Ever. Climbing up on roof and wallowing in hip deep, heavy, wet snow is one of them. (Before you all suddenly think that I am telling tall tales, I must admit that the hip deep snow was only on one side of the roof where it tends to drift a bit, and I am also fairly short in the leg. Everywhere else on the roof was only thigh deep.) In fact, it might be on the top of the list. *shudder* The view was pretty cool from up there, and the being on the roof was okay, but the constant danger of NOT being on the roof made it immensely
less fun.
