Daily Notes- November 12

                                        

House lights on at 8am.  Boots with those Ice Tracker things to keep me from flipping onto my butt on the sidewalk.  It's cold. It's dark.  It's covered in ice.  Maine.  The Way Life Should Be. Ha!!

Riley and I walked.  He pooped.  The Morning Report.  He also peed.  The guy who was dressed like an Elf yesterday- out scraping ice off his car.  Not dressed like an Elf.   Neighbor across the street has been working on clearing space in her garage for her car.   She must be feeling overwhelmed. (since I wrote this a truck has arrived at her house with a ladder)-  well, if nothing else this gives me a purpose for the morning.  Looking out the window.

I mostly sat and did nothing yesterday after being out earlier.  Sigh.  Nothing appealed to me.  Not the internet. Not the tv.  Not the cloth.  Certainly not the bobbin case situation.  I did spend time in the Attic looking for a stripe cloth.  I shoved the big maple dresser in the dining room further to the right. To uncover the entire new radiator.  G was wearing gloves in the house- and a scarf.  Feeling cold.

Picture at the top is the most important thing I own right now- those old boots and the orange ice tracker things.  I had thought they were pink.  Perhaps I do own a pink set of these?  And you can see how dark it is in the house.  They were on the dining room table when I took the picture. South side of the house.

I decided to have a chocolate Tootsie Pop.  After breakfast treat.  From Halloween.

G and I agreed that we should have put up the big porch wreaths while it was still above freezing.  We didn't.  And I do want to buy additional strings of lights for the wreaths so they are visible from Space. In five minutes (it seems) it'll be Christmas.

Daughter returns to the Candy Factory next week and promises not to wipe her nose on her shirt sleeve or Farmer Blow her nose.  All things that are okay when doing landscape work but not good to do while working in the Candy Factory.    I don't think I ever got into the habit of the sleeve nose wipe while working at the greenhouse.  If you don't know what a Farmer Nose Blow is......  you can Google it?