What strange weather on Saturday. Snow, then rain, then snow, then rain, then snow. The weight of the snow and rain on the Pampas grass in the garden is a good indicator of how wet the snow really is.
Lower...
Even lower...
By morning it was standing tall again.
Last night we were eating dinner when we heard a crash of glass breaking. It was a muffled crash as if it came from the basement or garage. But I knew exactly what it was.
I knew it was windy outside because the driveway sensor light kept turning on and off. I didn't realize just how windy it was. 38 mph gusts to be precise.
I put a different wreath on the front door this year. It's larger and fluffy and you can see it better from the road. But because of the large and fluffiness, the front storm door must be pushed (or pulled) to latch. It wasn't latched completely.
The wind caught the door and slammed it open against the iron railing and brick house. The front entrance is on our project list, but not right now. *sigh*
Walt Kowalski was so calm about the situation (more than I). He just said "We'll fix it. No big deal."
Drive-thru anyone?
On a better note, House #1 is warm. The furnace is purring and you can no longer see your breath inside the house. Walt Kowalksi did more prepping for ducts from the furnace and I started painting the basement walls. Forward progress. More photos to come.
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