Digging Out (Again)

Friday night (a night we'd intended to go downtown St. Paul to see a blues band) we were treated to a fresh foot of snow. Before the snow fell, quite a bit of ice built up. Our giant diseased (but inoculated) ash tree in our front yard lost a major branch and two smaller ones. The branch is large enough to force the acquisition of a battery powered chain saw so that we can reduce it to firewood for fall of '25. 

My calendar said that I should be planting snow peas this weekend. The foot of snow pretty much knocked that idea down as flat as some of the other neighborhood trees. 

The peas are supposed to go in the far bed there, with the trellis standing ready.

It's just as well, though. Still concentrating on the interior of Surbiton Manor, we had to move much of our furniture out of our bedroom, out of the lower level, and remove doors and paint our bedroom the lovely, plain "Atrium White" to replace the hideous two-tones of purple that the Hated Previous Owners (HPOs) had afflicted us with. 

Painting, moving, snow-blowing concrete-weight snow from the driveway where the city kindly plowed us in...

This sort of work is not to be underestimated. A lot of ups, a lot of downs. A lot of lifting. Had to cut short my run today, because a) the sidewalks still had about 6" of snow on them, as I don't think the city is going to bother with this last snow with a week of 40-50 degree temperatures expected, and b) I felt like someone had beaten me with a stick after the painting and moving. 

Forward!

The house is now in readiness for the fresh carpet tomorrow morning.