Let The Good Times Roll!
I love beads. I have bags full of beads. I intended to use them to make a crazy chandelier to hang off the big branch of the oak in the backyard. Loud and gaudy colors. I should slip a few around the neck of the Goddess on the front porch. She's wearing only pearls right now.
On my only visit to New Orleans - it was August, 100% humidity, the home we visited had dropped ice blocks into their pool to try and get it to a "refreshing" temperature for the kids. Everything downtown smelled of urine. The food we ate was divine. Loved all the people we met.
Next up is Chinese New Year. Year of the Dog....Me! Can't wait to read what's in store for G and I. Both Fire Dogs. I have a window ledge that still has last year's Rooster displayed. Need to change to a dog. Our daughter is a Rooster. The year was very good for her I think.
Reading The Ninth Grave by Stefan Ahnhem. Danish and Swedish detectives solving two sides of some brutal murders. This was on the new shelf and there seems to be a first book- Victim Without A Face that I will try and reserve. When I checked out--very big, thick book--I wasn't sure I would be able to read it. But, the glasses came in and all is good. I have the last quarter left to go.
Snowed and now is 35 degrees and raining. The snow is now sheet ice with water on top. Going anywhere is dangerous for old people like us who don't want to risk broken hips. Or broken elbows.
Who'd dress us? Take us to the bathroom? These are my thoughts when surfaces are covered in ICE. G has gone out to the woods with Riley. Dog has to walk. G has on snow shoes. He has trouble walking in the woods if each foot fall sinks into the snow. Usually, he returns with the snow shoes over his shoulder......
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