Morning In White

7:30

It's 7:30 as I start this and I have been up for an hour, enjoying being back in the routine, up early, having coffee, and writing the blog. It's overcast, Chautauqua gray, but beautiful, with the trees and their limbs frosted with snow. As I look out our window, the lake in front of our house looks like a frozen tundra although, beyond Long Point, it looks open as well as to the north of our house. And I just noticed off to the south, where the lake is open, hundreds of what I think are both mallards and seagulls, huddling on the edge of the ice.

Hundreds Of Seagulls And Mallards

Yesterday was a white-out drive from hell although hell probably doesn't have snow. We knew snow was a possibility when we left Cleveland and instead of driving to Hudson, we decided to skip it, stop at Trader Joe's on Chagrin Blvd and then drive home. As luck would have it, just as we walked into Trader Joe's it started to snow and when we come out, 15 minutes later, we had to brush snow off the car. We then headed home on snowy roads, often in near whiteouts, until we got beyond the Ohio border to Erie when it seemed to be better. We took our time, rarely passed, and stopped at Love's to gas up and get a Pepsi before the last hour and a half drive home to the lake. We felt fortunate to have made it safely and dropped Linda and Ron off at their home and drove home, to a yard with just an inch or two of snow.

Lake View At  4:46 In The Afternoon

To say we were happy to be home, warm and cozy in our house would be an understatement. We quickly put everything away and got ready to watch the Bills game, a depressing way to spend the rest of the afternoon, as they were clearly outclassed by the Bengals. We watched it, however, to the bitter end. Once that was finally over, Evie made dinner, home fries, eggs, and a couple of slices of our Athos bread from the West Side Market. By the time we ate, we had had enough football so we watched, what else, two episodes of ER. We then watched the second game, Cowboys/49ers although Evie went up to bed until halftime.  I stuck it out to the end, happy to see Dallas and Jerry Jones, their owner, lose once again. Looking back, we could hardly have had a better weekend in Cleveland except for the drive home. We are already making plans to go back, after weekends in Pittsburgh and Buffalo, of course. 

I forgot to add a photo of our delicious Napoleon's from Farkas Hungarian Bakery, just around the corner from the West Side Market in Cleveland.

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