We're gonna need a bigger litter box...

Well, that was a quick fall.

If winter ever decides to get here, it's going to be wicked short too.

This fall was a little weird...it seemed like the color changes were staged.  A little bit here, then a little bit there and then a little bit more here etc., etc.

Tourism was down a bit.  Several of the tour bus companies cancelled because of the damage Hurricane Irene did and several more cancelled due to lack of vacationers.

We had to put down our oldest cat, Midnight, due to kidney cancer.  His buddy, Tom, started howling like he never has before a few days later.  Tom is probably 16 y/o and diabetic and has had skin cancer so his health is somewhat fragile.  We figured we had best get him a new roommate to keep him "healthy"

So, now we have Duncan.  A retired tomcat about 1 1/2 y/o.  They hit it off immediately

The winter so far has been totally unremarkable except that it has been warm and very dry.  We have only had three sub zero temps (with the third being tonight) so far.

There is only an inch of snow so we can't even go snowshoeing or sledding.  Bummer

We had what I called "The lost tribes" Christmas dinner this year. 

There were two couples who had celebrated Christmas with their kids a week earlier and another couple whose kids were in California and Connecticut and couldn't make it to Bath.  The wife of the latter couple has Alzheimers and is now in a care facility.

Prime rib was the main course and boy was it good.

We celebrated New Years at the Crawford Notch Appalachian Club where they have a wonderful buffet on holidays.  This has become our New Years tradition since we moved up here.

On New Years day there was a raven in the backyard carrying on something fierce.  I finally got up to see what it was upset about.

Sitting under one of the deer feeders was a beautiful bobcat.  Pretty good sized one.

Scenes from NH Rt 112 the Kankamagus

Looking across Beaver Pond

Berries from a Mountain Ash tree

Mountain Ash trees

Swift River

Tom (L) and Duncan.  Tom's longtime buddy, Midnight was PTS due to kidney cancer.  We figure Midnight was 21 y/o.  We got Duncan from the vet when Tom's howling became heartbreaking.  Looks like it is a good match.

The Christmas table...

I etched the votive candle holders on each dinner plate.  Each guest took theirs home.

Meet Bob...

That's all for now.

And remember...think SNOW!