No Ride - Day Two

Measure it by the inch, the foot, the meter, or the ton - this is snow, and I don't ride on snow. I'll ride around it, but not on it, so I'm stuck on foot for the second day in a row.

Our backyard is in the process here of being covered by the first snowstorm of winter.

While Kathy and our daughter-in-law, Meredith, wait at the end of the driveway, Tim drives up to carry them to the airport. Tim and Mere are going to Florida. Kathy returned with their car; we'll freeze while they enjoy the beach and Disney world. On the plus side, we're having a long-desired wood stove installed Monday, so I guess we won't exactly freeze. But we won't be getting a tan any time soon.

Note the slender scooter path in the driveway. That's for when the sun melts the snow and ice on the roads.

Tim and I pose with a Christmas present from my youngest son - a picture of my favorite cartoon character: Foghorn Leghorn, autographed by the "voice" of the big chicken.

For those not familiar with Mr. Leghorn, please listen to the following, my all-time favorite cartoon quote.

http://www.nonstick.com/sounds/Foghorn_Leghorn/ltfl_081.mp3

Tim's impression of "Okay, I'll shut up ...!"

And Tim's impression of the innocent little boy, which he's performed since childhood.