Oh yeah. Winter in New England is here. We'd been very lucky up until yesterday, but our luck just ran out. We are buried.

Paul has been out for two shifts of shoveling. I think we must be the only family in the city who still does their shoveling by hand, too. I have not heard any snowblower machines start up yet. People are in for the duration of this storm. Except for Paul.

The dogs need a P/P-path shoveled first thing in the morning for obvious reasons. We don't plan on going out for most of today but Paul will have to go check on his boats (lobster boat and rowboat) later on today. We've heard on the news that the tides were so high, 20-foot waves were recorded crashing up onto the shoreline of the North Shore area overnight.

The other day, Paul went down to organize his lobsters and his rowboat was gone from where he'd tied it up. After searching for it and asking questions, someone told him they saw it tied up way across the harbor, down the other end of the harbor, on a pier that is attached to The Neck (which is a peninsula-like part of Marblehead). My guess is that someone was in town having a few too many cocktails and decided to take his rowboat across the harbor rather than pay for a taxi back home to The Neck. And they just rowed down there and tied it up and left it. The Bums!

So we have no idea how his boats have fared yet.

Kip is bugging me constantly to go out to play, but after 4 outs so far this morning, I am not opening that storm door again for a while. We can't see out the door because of the caked-on snow and ice.

Snowy cheers,

Bex