Treacherousness number two, mud season number four

 I just walked down the road.  Big mistake!  Deep ruts, ice, ice, ice, frozen mud, dangerous, and I won't do that again.  The path next to the house that I've carved out for the subs is an ice chute, so I blocked it with a broom.  What a bunch of nastiness.  It's supposed to rain this afternoon, changing to snow as the temperatures drop later tonight, and I'm curious how that will affect just about everything up here.   I'll let you know!

Back of the house - it's going to be one hell of an avalanche when she blows

I'm making my own mountain

Marchelle (24) texted me Sunday night asking if I could go over and check out their Starlink dish as they were having trouble getting a signal.  I started to walk over Monday morning but ended up having to snowshoe in.  There was at least a foot on their very long driveway.  Unfortunately, there wasn't a speck of snow on the dish, and it was sitting a good two feet above the snow, but the view:

A few side notes:  my dogs are being very bad dogs.  As the weather warms, they ignore calls to come home and roam farther. I'm having to use my Mom voice more than I like.  It was last April that Dempsey had to be rescued after falling through the ice into the pond, and we're approaching that time.  Justin (15) has a visitor with a very nice dog, and that adds to my dogs being hooligans.  And it's March Madness, I'm a lifelong Kansas Jayhawks fan, and I'll follow the tournament until they're out.  After that, I couldn't care less.  Daylight saving time, how do I hate thee?  Let me count the ways.  I don't care what time it is.  I do care that shifting back and forth twice a year messes with my chakras or circadian rhythms or whatever.  In a "hell froze over" moment, the U.S. Senate voted unanimously to stop doing this.  Please, please, please just choose one and stick to it.

Rock Chalk!