8:30 |
"February can't be taken seriously...She is young as a kitten, changeable as the wind, and into everything. She can sulk, she can beam, she changes from one minute to the next. February is a phase, a short phase at that, and she has to be lived with.
It is sleet and snow and ice and cold, and now and then it is waxing sunshine and tantalizing thaw and promise. February is soup and mittens and it is a shirt-sleeve day that demands an overcoat before dawn. It is forsythia buds opening in the house And skid chains clanking on the highway. February is sunrise at 6:30 for the first time since November." from SUNDIAL OF THE SEASONS: HAL BORLAND
It's 7:30 and I am sitting here listening to the wind, watching it blow gusts of snow down the lake, like a Great Plains dust storm. I pity fishermen sitting on buckets in the middle of the lake. It's another frigid day, 11º when I woke up, quite a contrast to yesterday's 36º at this time. And it looks like winter will be sticking around for at least the next week, low temperatures and snow.
Three Stooges |
When I got home, Evie was ready to hit the gym and do some shopping. So she packed up her gear and drove off as I heated up my lunch, some of the chili from last week that she froze. I also heated up some of the leftover baguettes, to go along with my chili. I watched Bloodline and the bad seed in the family, Danny Rayburn, keeps getting more and more evil, the kind of person we love to hate. Afterwards, I fell asleep on the couch while reading my third Jack Taylor novel, woke in time to listen to Julie Mason on POTUS until Evie got home, around 4:00. Not only did she work out, but she also shopped at Wegman's and TJ Maxx's, coming home with a cool pair of shoe boots, Clarks, a real find. I decided I needed some exercise and despite the dreary afternoon weather, I took a hike through our woods, getting some fresh air, even walking on the lake, its surface slushy from the warm 40º temperature.
The Woods |
Four Months Till Retirement! |
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