Let it snow

Twenty-four hours of snowfall didn't cause us to break stride last weekend. We attended Edith's final ballet class; Tom presided at the memorial service of the church's longest-standing member (69 years); and my choir enjoyed a successful Christmas concert. Meanwhile snow fell throughout, and by the end we had a good 14 inches or so. Shoveling (twice) was probably the most exercise I've gotten all semester, sad to say. It felt good.

Waking up to deep snow Sunday morning

It's all an adventure...

...until you fall into a drift bare-handed

It wasn't really a ballet recital but rather, a parental observation day. The children usually don't get to wear tutus, but for this last class they donned pink tulle, crowns, and wands and danced to the Nutcracker. The emphasis in 4-year-old pre-ballet class is on the pre-. For me and Tom it was our first glimpse behind the doors of the classroom, though, and we enjoyed it.