Polar Bears looking in the window

Back in the arctic it seems like any minute a polar bear might peer in the window.  Walking out to board the tiny cigar tube in Denver that brought us to Bismarck we had our first taste of the white powder.  Of course in Bismarck the roads were terrible and snow was blowing.  No in a mood to have a crash Kadizzle drove like what he is, and old man.

The house in Hazen just does not want to warm up.  After huffing and puffing the furnace struggled to get the house up to 63 degrees.  No more walking out the door at night in underwear to water the flowers.  No more roasting in the sun reading The New Yorker.  Humming birds will not be coming to the feeder at the window.

Now our task will be to buy unnecessary crap for Christmas and prepare for Festivus on the creek.  Of course as we sit here having coffee the assistant is still going through tons of mail that came while we were gone.  A few nice surprises like checks out of nowhere, and of course all kinds of nickle and dime bills.  By Thursday the little Ticklepinch will be here jumping around like a wild Mexican jumping bean.

Mate has been obsessed with buying a home in Payson, Arizona.  Being at the only home we do have Kadizzle realizes what a big yard we have after seeing houses placed on postage stamps in Arizona.  Space around a home is nice.  Our view back in Arizona is unbeatable.  We look out over the lake and mountains, and if one was a little inventive you could see the cliff dwellings behind us.  Now we see a white sheet of snow in every direction.  In about an hour Kadizzle will have his first taste of the winter blast.