When we woke up this morning, there was more snow on the ground.
Husband and I discussed how much. . . I said 3” /
he said 1” but neither of us bothered to find a ruler nor went out to measure the depth.
Enough Already was our final agreeement.
And the temperature going from 36oF yesterday
to only 3 ^ 0 today sure has my joints aching. Although he spoke about colder weather now will be putting a big squelch on bugs and molds later in the Spring.
I had told SubFinder to Do Not Disturb with early morning phone calls because I am busy with some church events. Dear Ones E-mail list got the obituary for our friend Tom.
When I looked at the computer grid, there were three jobs open, but not a one did I think was good enough to break my silence. This is one of those times when somebody else will have to work harder.
Over breakfast (which was leftover meatloaf on a biscuit—unusual but quite tasty) I had my latest copy of Angels on Earth magazine parked beside my plate. Some sweet reading to start the day.
I pulled on some ready for the laundry clothes, bundled up, then shovelled out the front and back sidewalks, both cars and the driveway cleared of snow.
The ice underneath is a different problem. The mailman was wearing ice clamps on his boots.
My shopping list is written, have made and received several phone calls, knitted a couple rows on the latest peg loom hat, and chosen crochet thread to make a bookmark to enclose in a sympathy card.
With All this done before 11AM 🙂
Now I’m gonna take a shower, put on some freshly laundered clothes, bundle up again, let the car
use up gas while idling get warm in the driveway, and head off to the grocery store.
I have promised to make a dessert for the funeral lunch, a couple extra items for the Family Fun Night dinner, ground turkey and stuff for supper tonight here at home.
I’m going to try a new recipe Jack’s Turkey Stroganoff as seen yesterday on the Bonnie Hunt Show.
You all will have to carry on without me again.
Real Life brings hustle to my bustle.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
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