blog to the rescue

I post the last entry, scroll down to look at what I'd already forgotten, and there at December 5 is a picture of the sleds.

I can step into Dennis's Sorels without having to bend over even, and still in what passes for my pajamas, a random assorment of fleece and flannel, I go up to that part of the yard. The snow is up to *my* knees and falls into the Sorels, which gape open a bit because they are so big. Within two minutes of kicking and digging (why didn't I put on gloves?) I find both sleds.

Happiness abounds.