It snowed most days, but didn't add up too much.
It was warmer inside the new Mays (pronounced "Wolf River Rendezvous") just east of the old Mays (pronounced "Mays", as an aside, in deference to native american language and homophones, we'd call it "Corn") where we were lucky enough to be invited to a party hosted by friends (pronounced "Mark and Patty" in this case).
All around the greater Lucerne area, Christmas decorations are pretty much up.
So far, our favorite is the "Face Plant Angel" at the Forest County Potawatomi Community Center. It has since been covered with snow, but the soft, cold glow of the mound reminds all to keep your tips up.
Last week, local residents could be best described as shoveling, shivering, and sane. Because of that last quality, nobody swam. More accurately, nobody chipped a hole in the lake and jumped in. I miss swimming. In all likelyhood, swimming will be missed for about half a year longer. In between then and now, there'll be squirrels, storms, and the 34th Annual Lake Lucerne Bottle Rocket War scheduled for January 17th at 6:30 PM or thereabouts.
-Nemo has the mass to do the heavy dance, just not the desire.