Now I have three reasons to hope for new snow, and plenty of it.

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The first, if not most important generally but to me personally, is to try out the snow shoes.  I have decided, even if it breaks my bones, if we get four to six inches of snow here in the valley I will try them.  If that is not enough to get a feel for them, I will go up into the mountains and clown around.  The most important, in a tactical, social, economic, and gardening way, is that our local reservoirs are very low.  I think we are below 20% and need to be in the 70-90%, if I had to guess, range.  And not just for farming, or my gardening, but simply to not have to worry about drinking water.  It is dangerously low.  This summer was harsh, on top of it.  No rain and days typically, I would even say almost every day, hitting 95 F.  Nasty.  But now there is another reason.  I would probably use whole whipping cream, or mix that with whole milk for a solid half and half, but the rest looks easy and is on hand.

I am told we have snow coming later this week.  I need to... get ready.  I think I will, tomorrow, if I can and remember, actually, as Serendipity suggested, actually put the snow shoes on and walk around with them.  Carpet isn't snow but it will give me an idea of what I am messing with.  At 36" long and 9 1/2" wide, they will be... a bit different.  Well, and I need to get the poles to work.  Dang things are simply not working.  I'll do a little research before I hit the kitchen then hit the bed.

Snow, lots of it, for many reasons.  By the way, Michael, have you gotten snow yet?  They are getting it in Florida, schools are being closed for it.  I'll pray for you to get snow again.  Well, and now you have something to do with it, beside celebrating the sight, feel, and such, and avoiding the roads.... Gosh, but Southerners are bad enough in rain!  Most shouldn't be allowed to drive in snow.  Then again, neither should most Yanks.  So, no real offense, mostly.  :p  Bleh.

Urhm, later.  No, no.  Good night!  And... it is night!  Woot!  Doom is a happy camper.  A tired happy camper, but happy none the less.  Happy is the operative word.  *zonk*

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Ah-ha!  I finally figured out the snow shoe poles.  I searched far and wide, to no good results.  Finally I tore the things apart.  Ah, so that's how they work.  The instructions that came with them absolutely suck, much like a Polish sex manual...  In, out, repeat as necessary.  Thankfully I needed no manual for that.  They could have suggested it would take 10 or 12 full turns, or many turns.  On the good side, I was worried that I would have to take them back.  But they do actually go to full length, and the locking mechanism does work.  Now the kitchen.  *le sighe*  Now... good night.