Signs of the times

We were up at Firehouse Pizza the other night, and the manager came over to chat. (It's not that we actually eat out that often, but we only eat at a few places and they get to know us.) It was a coolish day, and he told us that he had heard we may get 160 inches of snow this winter. He was not the first person I have heard report this. Now I have no idea how "they" figure such things out (given the fact that this summer they were wrong about 80% of the time with their predictions for rain around here), but -- 160 inches of snow?!?! That is over thirteen FEET of snow, several feet above what we had to contend with last winter. I choose to go into denial on this one.

Tom, on the other hand, decided it is time to service the snow thrower and make sure he is prepared. He has also started stocking up on soup and canned goods, like a squirrel hiding away acorns for the winter. I have actually been wearing sweaters the past week and sleeping under two comforters, and I guess all the nights we have now in the 40's indicate that we need to dismantle the Zen fountain and bring it inside. (UPDATE: Friday night is supposed to dip into the upper 30's.)

Oh, yeah! Happy birthday, Ted!

And for Kristin, today is the feast of St. Therese. (That's the statue that DID NOT MOVE ...)