Monday, December 14, 2015

Let It Rain, Let It Rain, Let It Rain...

...all day yesterday and looks like all day today too.  Inches of the stuff.  By 7 o'clock this morning Green Bay had gotten 2.67 inches of rain and it looks like it won't be stopping for a while.  Just what I like, a day that looks like dusk all day.  This is why I won't be moving any farther North anytime soon or to the Pacific Northwest.  I need sun.  I'll accept cold with my sun, although I prefer mild with my sunshine.  Just in case anyone's taking orders.

I'm not showing you the four loads of laundry I did yesterday.  Suffice to say that dirty clothes are now clean but not folded yet.  Durwood will be taking on that task once I haul the basket of clean stuff upstairs tomorrow sometime.

I did sit on the couch to crochet snowballs like I said I would.  I took a few breaks for stretching and other important life activities but, LOOK!, six more snowballs.  That makes 20.  I grubbed around downstairs this morning (which is why I'm running late) for any super bulky weight skein ends that aren't in the traditional snowball spectrum of white, off white, and dirty white.  I can't wait to show you the "snow"balls I make today.  Tee hee.

December 14--Richard Gross, DS5.10.  Emilia saw the little girl's picture tacked to the bulletin board in the entryway of the grocery.  She was struck by the girl's curly hair and gap-toothed grin.  "Parental Kidnapping" was splashed across the top in big black letters.  Em felt sorry for the child.  She was obviously a pawn in her parents' power struggle.  She said a little prayer that someone would find the little girl.  Em found herself scrutinizing every little girl she saw that day and for many days after that.  She herself had been raised by a single mom after a messy divorce.  Emilia started having nightmares, dreams of being awakened and hustled into a car in her pajamas, riding all night to a new town and a new school.  A few times Mama changed her name because she said they were playing hide and seek with Daddy.

Yikes.  Time for me to brave the rain and go to work.  But it's Monday so that means there's a paycheck waiting there for me.  Yay!

1 comment:

Aunt B said...

Yes, that shot out your back door looks bleak! We had rain yesterday too. Made for slippery driving home from bridge but I made it safe and sound!