Holy bejeebers, it's cold and windy today. I made my first bowl of oatmeal of the winter today for breakfast and I'm wearing my long johns and wool socks and I have foot warmers in my knitting basket if things get desperate later. Yesterday it got up to 41 degrees so Sunday's snow mostly went away.
I started the Mitten Badger the other night and haven't gotten any further and in my slight beer fog I cast on the first of three makeup remover cloths I'm making for someone for Christmas. Don't ask, I won't tell, but isn't that pretty yarn? It's soft too.
The squirrels have really figured out where the goodies are. This trio is half of the squirrels that raced over as soon as I got inside from filling the feeders yesterday. Bird & Squirrel TV was evidently having a marathon--or maybe it's just too cold to forage far and this old lady puts out the good stuff.
While eating my breakfast today I made up a menu and shopping list for Christmas weekend in my Bullet Journal. Aren't you impressed? Me too. Now if I only follow through and start cooking ahead...
December 7--Zurmuhlen/Stockline, Bradley. "Ray Earl, you get out of that Maytag." Louise heard the buzzsaw voice echo down from the hill behind her cabin. The rental agent told her that a family lived a quarter-mile back there but said she probably wouldn't see or hear them. She'd come out on the deck with a mug of coffee to soak in the peace of the day only to hear that someone was in a washing machine. A metallic thunk echoed down the valley followed by a wild laugh. She imagined a child hiding in a washer, then the lid slamming shut, and someone turning it on. That couldn't be right.
Today is Pearl Harbor Day. Thank a vet, a really old vet. Gotta run, gonna be late.