With tongue in cheek, I review the past month as a "treat." Actually, I have used my snowblower more frequently than my Vespa.
Four storms versus three rides, but who's counting?
Most of December, I endured a horrible cold, so severe I thought it might be the end! But my dear wife cheered me up with the following cartoon:
Once I recovered enough to venture out, I rode down to Old Orchard Beach, scene of so many happy summer days.
There is indeed an ocean above the snow
While I rested in my misery, Kathy cleared our roof of new-fallen snow.
It wasn't all rest and recovery. On Christmas Day, our three sons visited, two accompanied by members of the gentle sex.
From the left, our eldest son Daniel, Tim's wife Meredith, Tim, Andrew, and his lady Abra
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