When the snow finally stopping falling for a few minutes, the neighborhood that emerged was hard to recognize.
Our big tree took on Seussian dimensions.
Miles helped to dig out the Subaru.
And gamely took the helm.
63rd Street sported half a foot of fresh powder.
Miles was so cooperative running pre-Christmas errands that he got a special treat...
...hamburgers from Dick's Drive-In! Mmmmmm.
Later in the day, Miles pulled out my cross-country ski boots. Was he sending a message?
We suited up for another snow adventure.
Good news -- Ravenna Boulevard was open for night skiing.