This is the church; this is the steeple

Faithful readers may recall that my favorite chapel burned down on May 17, 2009. Salt Lake was on the phone with the stake presidency while the building was still burning down, saying that we would rebuild.

And we did. I went to watch the re-placing of the steeple, which is an exact replica of the original steeple (only in metal instead of wood [metal=less likely to, like, burn]). It was done in three sections, and I missed the second one, but I was happy to get some pretty good shots of the action.


This building was just re-dedicated last Sunday, much to my delight, and I’ll post about that when I can–but I’m trying to do things chronologically (I’m an editor; I get paid to be this fastidious), and I haven’t even written about my freaking adorable nephew yet, so, all in good time. Since I think I just have imaginary readers anyway I’ll pretend they’re all nice and patient.

Let it snow

Lots of Bostonians love to h8 on winter, which I simply do not understand. Cold is wonderful. One can always put on more clothes, and cold generally makes me want to move. Heat, on the other hand, pretty much makes me want to die.

Much to the delight of my soul and my arm muscles (which got totally toned in January [but did not stay that way, unfortunately, once the snow stopped]), we had a succession of blizzards during the first month of the year. Not just snowstorms–real honest-to-goodness nor’easters complete with howling wind and driving snow. Feet and feet of snow. I shoveled snow for a total of between 10-15 hours in January. This is OK with me. I was ready:

Gearing up

Good thing too, since I had to push pretty hard just to get the screen door open:

The door is a few inches off the ground, too.

We forged on, eventually creating some pretty big piles:

After the second big storm


Because our driveway is long and narrow, we soon had no place to put the snow and had to throw it over that 6- or 7-foot-tall fence:

Can you tell where I usually park?

And after all this, I can still say that I adore winter, and I’d rather be too cold than too hot, and I love snow, and going for a walk when it was -7°F was way awesome. Now summer is here, and I’m quite a bit less excited about the weather, but I hope to make the best of it. Next week is the Fourth of July and THAT will be AMAZING.