We moved to Eastern Washington last October, and were greeted with:
- Hurricanes. Two, count ’em, two.
- Record snow.
Now I know why farmers and ranchers land on a patch of dirt and never ever move through multiple generations. Have you ever moved a whole damn farm? Geez Louise, it really takes a village, and we only had a hamlet. So, not only was it the most difficult move of my entire life and most of my previous lives, we’ve been scrambling to deal with the weather. Because a long private lane with a steep hill is so fun when it’s icy, and hey, who doesn’t enjoy a brisk 55mph breeze that lasts for days?
I will relax and enjoy this more when the snow is less than knee-deep.