Daily Notes- Snow. Not much as yet- our iPhones have differing opinions on what is coming or not coming.

 I kept this photo out of the garbage can of ads I get each days as MAIL.  Mostly the two black lights.  I need black lights like these for the wall sconces in the room where we eat.  When we first lived here in the early 90's the room was the Family room.  We watched tv, had the wood stove going.  To the left was the dining table.

The fireplace leaked- water ran down the bricks inside. The huge overhead skylight was rotting.  When the fireplace WALL was removed and the skylight had Carpenter Ants so a new roof was needed.  And all new windows- baseboard up.  Illegal but we have them and they are stunning. (if there were grandchildren we would have gotten standard windows. But no grandchildren.) 

Then the room got a huge table that my husband built from salvaged lumber from a barn.  That was lovely.  We had stacks of things on that table.  Then we had more work done and broke the table down into it's component pieces and have the old German/Swedish table here.  And the new bead board wall has two metal plates where lights were supposed to go.  Like the ones over the fireplace in this picture.  I could have art like that on the mantle.  On either side are bookshelf type cabinets in niche's where we have glass shelving- not installed.  I really want wood shelves.  And the area behind the couch- floor to ceiling book cases.  

I see them on the news shows when people have to broadcast from home.  They set up in front of bookcases.  And I want bookcases.  And I want to buy books.  Not borrow from the library.

I am reading the newest Louise Penny- The Madness of Crowds. The COVID pandemic is thought to be over. Little did the author know it would go on another year.  It is another dark book no matter how many gatherings the lovely people who populate Three Pines have. A wave of "New Suggestions" to balance the budget books of government and households- euthanize the old, feeble and disabled.  COVID gave them the idea.

The book is dark and disturbing.  There aren't enough butter tarts in the world to make it less so.

And, again, I will look up butter tarts.