Before the next storm blows in tomorrow. The weather guy said maybe 2"-5", maybe 12"-18" depending on how the front slides our way. Bet you can guess which one I'm hoping for. It's supposed to get up into the mid-30s today, just like yesterday, and melt away some of the snow. It was a bit puddly yesterday when I was out and about but I didn't mind. I wore a fleece jacket and a thermal vest and tennis shoes, not a parka and hat and mittens and boots. It was like spring. I noticed that the birdbath is getting short. The snow on the patio is so deep that the base of it is about 6 inches shorter than it was. Makes me feel tall when I go out to fill it up. The sun came screaming up over the horizon blasting its rays across the snow, making promises it won't keep for long but we're all sure glad to see it. Ahhh, sunlight.
I barely stirred out of the house yesterday because my new (refurbished) Kindle Fire HD (previous generation) came so I had to spend most of the day resetting it to factory settings (I'd have thought that was part of the refurbishment but evidently not) and trying to figure out how to make this one sit up and do tricks. I found the "how-to" videos and bookmarked them so I can watch them over and over to learn how to use this one. I need a case to protect it; I should look at Walmart or maybe even Kmart because the ones on Amazon are $50 and that seems a little steep, don't you think?
I got the pillowcases DD made for us installed on the pillows and they sleep just fine. You know, it's funny, it never occurred to me that you can make pillowcases or sheets for that matter. *head, slap* They weren't born in stores, Barbara. Sheesh.
I signed up for my annual hideout week at The Clearing. I'm taking a writing class (big surprise) and I'm rooming with the first writing pal I ever had. Now I just have to wait until the end of September to go. I can do this.
February 19--Franco Moschino, Ensemble. He thought he looked so good in his pencil-thin pants and flashy shirt. People would notice him. They would admire his style. Boys would want to be him, women would just want him. You could see it in his walk, he knew all eyes were on him, he felt them. Right up to the moment that the pair of bullets traced paths through his brain and chest Nicky thought that this was the best day of his life.
Oh, I love the sunshine. I want to go out and roll in it. I want to wash in it and scoop it up, pour it over my head, and drink it from my cupped hands. I want to hug it and squeeze it and call it George, that's how much I've missed it. And this sunshine feels like spring sunshine, not that pallid blue sunshine of midwinter, this is the real thing, I just know it. Tonight I have a date with Miss LC for supper and an evening of music and dancing (Mama and Daddy have band practice so we put on the music channel on cable and dance in the living room, it's like aerobics class with a beautiful baby girl in my arms and Porter to pet, what could be better?). You're jealous, aren't you? Well *sticks out tongue* tough, she's mine and you can't have her. So there. Enjoy your LC-less day. I have to get ready for work.