When it rains snows, it pours

Geoff here – in addition to all of the literal snow we got, it seems that in the last couple of days suddenly Kelly and I are being snowed under with good news regarding our job searches.  Now suddenly I have three different possibilities, all of them paying considerably more than I used to make when I worked for Lockheed Martin.  One of them just interviewed me and wants another interview, one is VERY excited to talk to me because they need an ISSO (i.e. what I did for several years), and of course there is the university job that I really want.   And Kelly has also gotten several more tantalizing calls that were essentially interviews, including one today that went really well.   It would be great if we knew soon that at least one of us was going to be working again.


So keep your fingers crossed and hopefully we will (FINALLY) have something definitive soon!

Moar snow pictures!!!

So, as some of you may have heard, and others experienced firsthand, we have a lot of snow this winter.  Like, a ludicrous amount.

Naturally, this requires that we take pictures.

As you may have noticed in our last round of snow photos, our dogs are rather big wimps when it comes to snow.  Or rain.  Or mist.  Pretty much anything that falls from the sky makes them upset.  Our youngest, and perhaps craziest animal, Scratch, however, has no such compunction.  Scratch, originally a barn cat/foundling from Alabama, will literally wade through chest deep snow, burrow into snow banks, and wallow around in it until he gets cold.  The fact that he’s wet doesn’t even seem to register.

And so I present to you, Scratch in the snow, both in front and in back of our home.  There is chest deep-ish snow in in the back yard where we haven’t shoveled all winter and where I had to shove the door to even get it open wide enough to get out the door with him.  You may notice the distinct lack of doggie footprints.  Remember I said they were wimps?  Yeah, that.  Anyway, here’s Scratch in the backyard.

Snow! Yay!!!
Snow! Yay!!!
Chest deep snow!
Hmmm, the recycling bin is under here somewhere. I think.
Found the recycle bin, time to leap.
Found the recycle bin, time to leap.
Time to go back inside.
Time to go back inside.

And here are the photos from the front of the house.

Giant front snow pile.
Yes, that's right folks. The snow in the front is up to the front window.
The front yard.
There's shrubbery under there... somewhere...
Kitteh!  In the snow!
Scratch inspects the front walk.
Shivering wimpy dog.
Rerun looking for the ideal snow-free place to pee.

We’ll be posting some photos to Boston.com.  If they get added to the storm album we’ll link it up here.