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Thursday, January 1st, 2004 03:38 pm
The branches on the tree across the creek - the lower ones - are sagging ominously. Otherwise it is holding up well. I think it would just brush my deck if it fell straight over toward the house, but it doesn't look like it wants to, just like its lowest limbs may end up detached.

The snow, as you may surmise from my subject line, is not going away. Indeed, more of it has been arriving. It's very pretty. Scott is over at Dale's gaming, and I'm hoping the roads are clearer than I suspect. Oh, I'm sure that - even on a holiday - the freeways have been cleared. And there aren't any bridges or overpasses (which were icing up during rush hour earlier this week and requiring constant deicing) on them between Dale's and here.

Of course, that's not the issue. The issue is the street Dale lives on, which slopes downhill away from the street Scott will want to turn onto. I'm very glad this is Scott (who, having lived in Wisconsin, is pretty decent with this sort of thing) and not me. I am capable of driving in this stuff. I am not exceptionally good at it, though, and I am well aware of this thought. I woudl be too scared to mess with the slope involved in that road - and I would not be able to judge reasonably whether I should be. (One thing I love about where we live is that there is a nearly-flat route between it and my workplace. I can deal with those. I can judge those. Slick hills scare me.)

But from where I am, not needing to go out? Oh, it is so very pretty.