Friday launched a busier than usual weekend starting with Aidan's arrival for an overnight here on Saturday afternoon with the plan to migrate to the farm in the morning to put on his tux to play cello with PYAO in Perelman Theatre at Kimmel Center on Sunday afternoon with a call time of noon. John and Wendy worked in a nice time Saturday night with friends. Here, Aidan and I polished off the chili and corn bread left from Keoni's visit Friday.

Aidan is not a bored person...

Aidan capturing the theme from LaLa Land Sunday morning.

The program.

Celloman is first chair this year.

Cello section.

The view heading back home.

It's a good thing Keoni had a Saturday flight back to Georgia since the predicted blizzard is happening right now with New England and Mid-Atlantic flights pretty much shut down until maybe sometime tomorrow. The great shoveling and scooping is taking place as I write...

This blade came by twice already today.

I suit up and put on my Helen Mirren boots. (You know those boots she puts on in RED while dressed in her white gown.)

Outside, layers of fluff and layers of sleet await.

I'm proud of myself getting the snow away from the foundation that tries out my altered lung capacity. But it's OK. Not like days of yore but a bit more frequent leanings on the shovel take care of it.

Now what...

George, our next-door neighbor, finishes off all the front drive and sidewalk. Yay! George. Your efforts made my day. Thank you!

I go inside, shed all outerwear, stand the boots upside down and throw the rest into the drier. What Mom wouldn't have given for that option when five of us trooped into the kitchen in our snowy wetness from a long stay outdoors.

Shoutout to Jeanenne: Thank you, thank you! The powder room sink is dressed now in the very fine skirt you made and sent to us. I love it...

It was a pleasure to wake up to find I didn't have major cold/cough dregs choking up my morning. I hope I didn't pass it to anyone else. Also, installing the skirt makes me realize how I appreciate better brain function this week.

I think the storm is abating and moving away with some powerful winds.

I'll leave you with this little bird I saw yesterday morning in the back yard. It was going in and out of the birdhouse which is listing heavily. I badly wanted to straighten up the support but didn't want to pack down the sodden soil nor disturb my possible little neighbors.