After returning home from work last night it snowed a little bit more. I have to remember not to wear tennis shoes when I'm walking Sammy. Besides no traction in the snow, I have to fight against him pulling me down the driveway. When we get it repaved I would like for it to not be at such an angle but I probably won't have any choice.
With the snow everywhere the familiar seems different. One morning walk made me laugh. A few houses down the street an orange cat sat on the porch railing. Directly above it was a squirrel. Both were looking at me and I don't think either one knew the other was there. Two houses away from ours I looked up and thought, "Gosh! How much more do I have to walk?" which was soon followed by "Am I even on the right street?" Silly me.
