I serve a King of Exquisite Timing. We finished closing in the door holes yesterday.

Today, we are having a blizzard.

This is the first major snowstorm of the season. The weather has held more or less in abeyance until we finished.

The doors don’t have latches yet, just heavy diagonal props, so I suppose we shall find out tomorrow how well that sort of thing holds up to 84km/hr wind and a foot of snow. Hopefully they’re still in place and we won’t have to shovel the barn out. But then, if we do, it won’t be the first time. Only a little over a week ago, we had quite a nasty ice storm for a few days, and after that we had quite a job getting all the ice, slush, mud and water out.

I also worry a bit about the tent. It has survived higher winds several times without incident, but snowload adds an element of risk. Husband knocked the snow off of it twice today, but a night is long and much snow is flying around out there. Not being able to see anything certainly doesn’t help with the anxiety. Having to wait until morning to assess damage is not my favourite.

Tomorrow, we shall see. And come what may, we shall deal with what faces us. This is the adventure and reality of homesteading in the backwoods of nowhere. We contrive.

At least the wind direction is such that the bus doesn’t feel like a carnival ride tonight.