The island we raced to, deep under drifts of snow

[sovay]

Actually, the nightmare was the three-plus feet of frozen solid snow my father, my brother, and I have just spent the last three hours shoveling off the roof. Several layers of roof, actually. It was already compacting to slush by the time the rain started and it only became icier and more sodden as the afternoon went on—needless to say, I have not yet gotten to captainbutler's. (I dropped off his cake and his present. Then I shoveled.) I'm drinking very hot tea.

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[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

It's ugly here as well. Roof seems to be okay,* but we spent some time knocking off icecicles from the eaves this afternoon.**

I'm sorry you've not been able to get to your friend's party. I hope you and your father and brother are feeling as well as possible after all the shovelling, and that all with the weather goes at least tolerably from now for you.

*Knock wood. It's nigh impossible for us to get at it, even with a roof rake.
**Right now I really want a house with a sharply peaked roof and eaves conveniently close to the ground. The doors would have to be at front and back, with enough overhang to keep the drippage away from the thresholds.

[sovay]

Right now I really want a house with a sharply peaked roof and eaves conveniently close to the ground. The doors would have to be at front and back, with enough overhang to keep the drippage away from the thresholds.

We were shoveling even the pitched roofs. It was so wetly frozen, it clung.