A Snowy Sunday Morning

8:04

8:54

It's later than usual as I start this, because I slept in until 8:00 — a miracle. When I came downstairs, I was surprised to find our front yard covered with an inch of snow. At the moment, it's 8:30, and a wet, light snow is falling on a 29° morning.

Ice Fishermen Returning With Their Sled

Saturday was a day of rest, especially for Evie, who embraced the leisure wholeheartedly. I tend to get antsy after a while and feel the need to do something. The day started as usual — up at 7:00, read, enjoyed a couple of cups of coffee, wrote the blog — all before Evie woke at 9:00. I then had my healthy breakfast while Evie had her coffee, finished reading the blog, and published it. Knowing she wanted to listen to Michael Smerconish on CNN, I put off the trip to the Transfer Station and, instead, strapped on my crampons and went for a walk in the woods and out on the lake. It was easy going at first, but the wet ground eventually caused my crampons to collect clods of dirt, making each step heavier and more awkward. I could usually knock them off and carry on, but it was annoying. I walked the last couple of hundred yards on the lake itself, where I ran into two fishermen who were just leaving with a few walleyes and mostly pan fish. The lake was largely frozen, though every so often I'd break through and sink five or six inches.

Melting Snow

Victoria

Woodlawn

Mostly Frozen Lake

When I returned home, Evie had already cleaned out the fridge and gathered the trash, so I brushed the snow off the Kia and drove to the Transfer Station. On a side note, the warning light for the air flaps is no longer coming on — I'm not sure whether the problem fixed itself or the light is simply failing. And so it goes. The Transfer Station was quiet, and I was in and out in five minutes. Back home, I was ready for lunch. Evie had put together some pasta, mushrooms, and sauce on Thursday, so that became my meal, eaten while watching another episode of Alex Rider.

I'm deep into my book, Paper Girl, and highly recommend it to anyone wanting to understand the divide and antipathy felt by many Americans — particularly the disdain that rural America and MAGA hold for liberals. It's eye-opening; I've been underlining one passage after another. A nap found its way into the afternoon as well, which was otherwise spent reading, watching TV, or sitting in the living room debating whether to turn on the Sirius radio and catch the news. Five o'clock finally arrived, and with it a glass or two of wine before dinner. Around 6:15, Evie made BLTs with bacon from Trader Joe's, and I feasted on a couple of sandwiches heavy with bacon, tomatoes, and mayo. Delicious. Since we've had little luck finding a new series to watch, we returned to an old favorite — Catastrophe. We watched three episodes and, even having seen it twice before, enjoyed every bit of it. Once Evie headed up to bed, I caught the last six minutes of the Duke/Michigan game, then finished the final episode of Alex Rider, before heading upstairs and returning to Paper Girl.