Hey, everyone. I'm back from my retreat up in Oregon this week. I hope you enjoyed the Nancy Drew stories this week, while I was gone. By complete coincidence, next week is going to be the exact same thing: nothing but stories.
I brought my swimsuit along with me to Oregon--there's a swimming pond in the place where I stayed--and it ended up snowing. Snow. It never snows where I live in California, so I didn't know what to do. The snow was wet and cold, and I couldn't swim because the pond froze over. I didn't want to take the risk of driving into town--I think you need special snow wheels for that--so I stayed inside.
On a positive note, I now know where the name snow cones comes from. The shaved ice kind of resembles snow! I guess that should be obvious, but I never saw snow which looked like snow cones before.
There were some deer who came to the property, in order to eat from the bird feeders. They can't fit their mouths inside the feeders, but they eat up the spilled birdseed which is left on the feeders. One deer started smacking the bird feeder with its head, trying to get it to spill more seeds. I didn't know deer did things like that.