Boy, it’s cold in here this morning. It got into the twenties last night and there is ice all over the inside of the windows. The fire lasts through the night but not doing much to put out real heat. It has enough left in the a.m. for Jerr to build it up again. I stay in my feathers til I can hear it crackling and smell the coffee. I’m wearing long johns, sweat pants, turtleneck, two sweaters, vest and stocking cap and my black kid gloves sans fingers……with Mindy Mink in my lap. The only things that are cold are my fingers and nose. You have to look at the positive aspect…..as soon as the sun comes up and the ice on the windows melts, I wrap a towel around my broom and sweep the windows down. The only time they get clean is in the winter.
I got boxes for my Christmas mailing together yesterday. That means I found the boxes…..I haven’t wrapped anything and packed them yet. The thought of spending the day downtown in that freezing building doesn’t appeal to me. I can’t move in the Far Room because Jerr put the rolled up carpet and his weed blower and our tent top canopy all in there after the Candlelight Walk so there isn’t room to turn around or get to my work bench. It’s too cold to have your hands in the wet clay anyhow.
Jerr worked behind the counter at the Outfitters all day yesterday. MaryAnn had places to go and things to do. He said he sold a shirt. They were supposed to go over and put the decorations on the Bistro .
By the way, I DID finish the book and enjoyed it …………… the Floating Book thing about the book publishers in Venice, right? Or maybe it was a different one. I can’t remember the order I read them and I’ve read three since. What I brought home with me was “Cry The Beloved Country”….the third time I’ve been there. I just finished “Everything Is Illuminated” and gave it to Jerr to read. I only pass-on the stuff I think is special. I did the Scottish lady detective, Isabelle, last night. I can’t help how fast I go through them. It frustrates me to watch t.v. sometimes because it takes so long to watch someone walk across a room. In a book they would be out the door and down the street. That’s one reason why I don’t buy books very often. It would be like affording a drug addiction….as you well know. ..books are expensive even second hand. We have more time to read than most people because that is the way we spend our evenings….especially in the winter when you have to stay under a blankie of some kind to keep warm. Jerr will play for a couple of hours but I usually just read. Then about 9:00 we go up to bed….and read. (Gretchen Marie just finished “The Adventures of Spot” is starting the biography of Smokey Bear. )
Watching Jerr Bear with that t.v. remote was downright scarey. He hasn’t mentioned anything about getting cable and I sure haven’t. I don’t think I could stand having the channels flip around like that……just enough time in one place to register and as soon as you get up some interest in what’s happening, it’s GONE and someplace else is there. It’s enough to literally give me an anxiety attack. The cabin is too small to get that far away from each other. Maybe he should get an antenna together for down in the guest house where there is a big t.v. that was Burton Van Asdale’s. Then he could get cable put in down there and visit it when he feels the need to sit there jumping around the universe.
Yesterday afternoon I took my metal clippers and removed every third tooth on my broom rake. I had picked up a long stick that had blown into a flower bed and it had three sticks sprouting off the end. I started raking leaves with it and it worked better than my leaf rake. It didn’t get clogged up all the time. That’s when I operated on the leaf rake. It’s much more efficient with wide spaces between the teeth. The perfect tool for the garden is your hand on the end of a stick. You could get a book out of the idea that design will start going backward toward a former simplicity. . Improvements don’t necessarily improve. I felt I had so much more control over my old Olivetti than I do over this computer keyboard……
My cold is about gone. Just a little runny nose left and that’s a chronic thing in the cold air. No fever. The eyes are getting worse. I have to keep my nose about six inches away to focus……….which puts the screen just out of focus….which accounts for the typos you must be getting. The eye guy appointment is the 20th. We’ll see if I’m ripe.
Now I must move closer to the stove. At least we know you are healing in spite of the snow storm. I’m going to start the sending process which took forever yesterday. More later. I love you. d.
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This website business is getting a bit chaotic. I have nothing against chaos myself but if I don’t post every day I don’t want you to think I’m sick or that Cousin Bill has not fixed the computer, both of which might be true. Mainly, I’m having trouble fitting the website posting into the time I have in the mornings before Jerr has to leave if I want to go downtown. If I do pictures it takes even longer.
Personals:
Dennis….thanks for the tunes!!
Tammy…sorry we missed you.
Damon….Think Fishing Camp.
Jemima….sounds good. I’ll watch for it.
Mary Jane….E’ville ain’t the same.
Carse…Wasn’t that fun….!
