Topic: Personal
We went out this morning for a long walkie around the Poole's neighborhood. Milly wanted to run, so Sheven drew her a map of a route, then we decided to follow her in a walk. Getch decided to come with us, so we all piled out of the house and went into the crisp early afternoon. Sheven and Getch took me through their town and showed me where they went to school, and where they went sledding in the snow and biking in the summer.  Getch hit me with a snowball twice (it was the same snowball but it was so packed that it survived two hits on me and one on Sheven until she stomped on it).  The first hit was a glancing blow on my right earI did start the snowfight though, I decided this would be a great place to live and raise children, with the added bonus that they'd be so bored that they'd run away from home as soon as they turn eighteen.

It started to snow again as we were walking back, and now everything is white again and the yard looks covered in confectioner's sugar.

Pullman really is such a neat town, it has the quaint characteristics of a country village, but with the university nearby, it hosts a highly diverse and educated population with a far more sophisticated world view than you'd expect in a country town. No hicks here. Sheven wanted me to add that this is the liberal bastion of Eastern Washington. The presence of the lifelong townspeople support the little local shops, and the students keep the funky coffee shops and bookstore in business. The town ordinance prevents big box stores from moving into downtown, and even the fast-food joints are only allowed on the edges.

And it snows, it snows!