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They ride along beside a frozen lake
I'd have posted this much earlier in the day if I were the sort of person who has internet on my phone, but I was shoveling out the ice shelf that used to be my mother's car at the time and then I came inside and made grilled cheese and fell over slightly for a couple of hours:
A pair of strangers just skied down my street.
THAT IS NOT NORMAL.
(I hope tomorrow does not involve the same quantity of shoveling as today.)
A pair of strangers just skied down my street.
THAT IS NOT NORMAL.
(I hope tomorrow does not involve the same quantity of shoveling as today.)
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I've made two different kinds two nights in a row. They've been completely satisfying.
One thing I remember about the blizzard of 78 (which I was only a kid for) was that people in Buffalo were able to ski from rooftop to rooftop.
Okay, I'm sure it didn't make up for the inconvenience of needing to ski rather than walk/drive/catch buses, but that's extremely cool.