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    Wednesday, December 30, 2009

    Year in review

    It has been a relatively quiet year for A Page That Aches. But still, there were some highlights/lowlights. We said farewell to "W" in January and welcomed a new President in the US. And Coleman publicly cried foul and proceeded to take the State of Minnesota to court (after promising not to). February brought a new season of Idol,Neil Diamond appeared on the Grammys and Micheal Phelps proved himself to be a DOPE! In March we had Coleman continuing his court case and talking out of both sides of his mouth. Michelle Bachmann demonstrated that she was still a nutbag. In April, Conservatives approved of teabagging and threw parties to show people how and why. Finally, Senator Franken in July. Hot August Night/NYC DVD. Obamacare, State Fair. Go TWINS!!, Cold Fingers, Heavy Snow and Happy Dog.

    Its all there- check it out month by month.

    Saturday, December 26, 2009

    On the second day of Christmas...

    I am finding myself exhausted from (what would seem to be constant) snow removal for the past two days. Bailey still loves it and does not seem to tire from tunneling under it. I need to try to get a photo of his tail sticking up out of the snow. it is hillarious.

    Thursday, December 24, 2009

    Cold fingers- Heavy Snow- Happy Dog

    I wish I could find the same delight in the snowfall we received last night that my dog seems to enjoy. His little black head bobs up and down in the snow drifts and at times the only sign of life in my yard is his curly little tail wagging freely out of a white blanket that covers the earth (looks like a creepy underground monster in a B-movie).

    At the same time I blow the snow off of the sidewalks, trying to set a new speed record, well aware that I will be doing a repeat performance tomorrow or the next day.

    The same dog who enjoys the newfallen snow is the culprit for a merciless attack on my gloves (the right one is missing a pair of fingers). As a result, my right hand enjoyed the tingling sensation that can only be known when wet flesh meets ice-cold air.

    But for now the sidewalks are clear, the dog is dry once again and sleeping.
    My muscles are feeling slightly worked and my fingers are thawing nicely.

    This Christmas Eve morning finds me well. I wish the same for you.