Milo and I arose early this morning. We knew we had to climb out of the nice warm bed. The snowstorm that started just after dark yesterday was still going this morning. There was work to be done before we could start down the driveway. Eight inches of beautiful white snow greeted us as we opened the front door. I grabbed the snow shovel as Milo bounced off the porch. I shoveled a path to the car, opened the drivers side door and started the engine. As the car warmed up, I scraped the ice from the windows and swept the snow from the bright red finish of my wife's car.
Just as I was moving the car the the front door, Jan opened the front door, purse, bag and lunch all in hand. She was followed by Mike. The snow was a big change for Mike. He spent the Thanksgiving holiday on the big island of Hawaii and just returned home yesterday. Jan gave me a good-bye kiss and hopped in the warm automobile. A few seconds later she and Mike took off down the driveway, leaving Milo and I in the middle of the parking lot.
Milo and I worked our way down the snow covered driveway and out onto the freshly plowed road. We made it to the flag pole and raised the flag to the top. The school bus approached but did not stop as usual. Bob, our normal driver will be off work for the rest of the calendar year. He is having prostrate surgery today. Damn cancer! Our prayers are with him. Milo and I returned to the house. Safely inside, we put another log on the fire and fixed breakfast. There is nothing like a warm fire, hot chocolate and oat meal on a cold, snowy winter day.