Slosh

Nothing new to report. February thaw melted 99% of the snow. We were close to 70 degrees F yesterday. The cruel reality of wind returned to central Pennsylvania on time for the weekend with 50 mph gusts. I had to drive across the Susquehanna River and held on to my steering wheel for dear life.

My cousin Paul from California called last night to tell me he was driving through PA on a big rig. I arranged to see him for about ten minutes. The kids got to tour his tractor cab. I was not going to let him escape.

Freja (the intellectually challenged golden retriever) jumped into the partially frozen pond, fell through the ice. I was roused by a panicky daughter crying" Freja fell through the ice and cannot get out" I ran to the pond to find that our little 12 year old visitor "rescued" Freja by climbing onto the ice. She said that she felt the presence of God. I told her that I was glad she didn't meet him in person. How stupid to climb onto the breaking ice!

Freja, upon her rescue immediately rolled in groundhog poop. Renee praised the lord for her "unworldly strength". I am thankful that her father did not sue me and am now drinking my Saturday night wine.