Well, we've got a ton of snow in Portland. I think we have about two feet of accumulation now. I went cross country skiing in the streets today. Nathan and I rode our skis to the park and then went all through it. I tried to take Marla with me, but i had to attach her to my belt, skijoring! But she took off before I was ready and I had to throw myself onto my neighbor's lawn to get her to stop. Luckily, my knee broke the layer of ice that was covering the snow. So now I have a giant shiner on my knee. I had taken her skijoring up in Forest Park yesterday and she did fine. That dog sure can pull fast! If I had been ready to go this morning, we would have cruised to the park...on second thought, if I hadn't gone and put her in her crate after the fall, I probably would have killed myself, so it's best that tragedy struck early and all I got was a giant bruise on my knee. It actually swelled up pretty far in the first few minutes after I fell. It was really comical. The reason Marla went crazy was that Nathan had taken off skiing down the street and she just flipped out being so far from him. I couldn't stop her once I was clipped into my skis. One of my poles went flying and I yelled at Marla to stop, but she wasn't having it. I knew the only way I could stop her was to throw myself down...I just wasn't expecting the snow to be so hard.
I'm enjoying the weather. I like how pretty everything is, and if I owned the skis I would take them out every day while I'm on vacation. I like how everything is shut down...it makes for a nice change, since it's temporary. The only thing that bothers me is knowing the chickens are out there. They're fine, I'm taking care of them, feeding them warm things and keeping the heat lamp on them. But they're not too happy. Kung Pao stopped laying eggs yesterday after about a week of not leaving her coop. My girls hate the snow.
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Poor chickens! And I hope your knee is okay! I'm pretty happy about the snow this year, I got ridiculously insulated boots so my feet don't get cold, and Rohan is enjoying the fact that I don't want to come in after 2 minutes now. He really is a snow dog. :)
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