Antarctica Sets Record High, 50 Degrees Warmer Than Here At Chautauqua Lake

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Another morning of cold, a cloudless sky, frost on car windows, bird songs, a blinding sun rise at 7:20 and, of course, a 13 degree morning.

House Finch

I did not go to yoga yesterday, deciding rather to just hang out, enjoy the morning cold, by sitting inside, admiring the frozen lake, gray sky.  We both worked on getting the downstairs in order, lots of little things to do since the ceiling was painted.  By 10:30, we had made a dent in it, and I then went off to the transfer station, dropping off our trash, and mega paint cans, empty of course. It was cold, cold out, but the guys were out helping with the trash.

The Madness Of Choosing Paint Colors

Early afternoon, we were still talking about paint colors, wondering if the swatches we painted on the bedroom walls were right.  Because we were still undecided on colors, we decided to head off to Lakewood,  stop at Sherwin Williams again, and because we were painting, we thought we would stop at Jamestown Mattress.  We have been putting off getting a new mattress for years and because we were painting the upstairs, it seemed like a good time to buy one.   So we stopped at Jamestown Mattress, made here in Jamestown, the equal, so they say of any made in the world!  Anyways, we had been there two other times, left confused and discouraged. This time we were not coming out without a new mattress.  We hesitated for about 15 minutes, then bit the bullet and bought a king sized  mattress, fairly firm, plush tops, and flippable, and we even got a 10% discount.  It will arrive on Tuesday afternoon, so we will be playing musical mattress, moving our old king size into Bedroom #2, moving the Queen in to Bedroom #4, moving the double into Bedroom # 3.  You will understand this only if you have stayed the night.

We then hit Sherwin Williams, browsed more paints, then bought a sample of another orange, Baked Clay.  Evie put it on the wall when we got home and we have another orange to confuse us.  After the paint store, we stopped at Wegmans, did a mega shopping because we had not been there in a week. We are ready for the next week easily, as we bought  three half gallons of ice cream, to tide us over, for desserts, blue berries for our breakfasts.

Chickadee

We returned to a clean house,  newly painted rooms and decided it was time for a couple of Manhattans, cheese and crackers, and listen to Garrison Keillor, then Madison on Alt-Nation. The dusk sky was slate gray, and all of the fishermen had returned to their homes, ready no doubt for a fish fry.  We reheated Linda Hepp's eggplant pasta for dinner, Evie made a salad and garlic bread, and we watched the DVR-ed Wisconsin/Arizona game, commercial free, while we ate. Around 10:15, I went up to read mid way through the second half of the Kentucky/Notre Dame game, saturated with basketball.  I intend on watching the rest of the game this morning.

New Think:  "Pass by that which you do not love." Evan S. Connell, author of Mr and Mrs. Bridge.