On reckless cocks and puffed up pigeons
A fool prepares for a snow day
Oh, dear reader, it has been one of those crazy days.
You know those days, I’m certain.
Today, I slept late, hit a speed bump, then spent the rest of the day running around putting out fires.
It was the kind of day where breakfast happens at noon and the morning movement is a mudslide that destroys a public toilet somewhere.
Today, I managed to make my way down to Lake Charlotte.
Heading our way, dear reader, is another massive snowstorm. The snowshoes that I store at my cottage are of little good to me there.
I went there today to retrieve them.
I wrote previously, that it would be weird visiting the lake without my Nanny there in her big yellow house.
Today though?
I’ve been moving far too quickly for any of it to sink in.
The house looked the same but there was something odd in the air. Nothing felt quite right but I can’t fully put my finger on it.
There have been some odd signs however.
The first?
Once on the Upper Lakeville Road, I encountered a male ring necked pheasant. It popped out o…
