And I Thought Yesterday Was Cold

But today wins the cold championship--so far.  I'm sure Mother Nature or the Polar Vortex or some other weather demigod has much more interesting winter in store for us in the months to come.  I loved the way the ice formed in the birdbath overnight.  There was just a little bit of open water right where the heater is.  I think I'm very glad I got the most powerful heater in the store.


I burned quite a bit of gas around Thanksgiving searching for a pair of brown leggings.  Did I find any?  Of course not.  I found every shade and configuration of black, shiny gold, silver, and copper, spangles, even wine and forest green but no brown.  Today after my chiro appointment I stopped at Meijer for a couple food items and ambled over to the women's department just for a look see and found brown leggings.  For half price.  I bought them.  Even though I have fabric to make a pair of brown leggings, I just went ahead and bought them.




Remember yesterday that I wondered if I cut out a Dress No. 2 last night could I get it sewn up today?  Well, the answer is, yes, I could.  When I thawed out from going to the back-cracker and stopping at Meijer, I got the pieces sewn together, and after I ate some soup for lunch (mm, warm) I added the neckline binding and hemmed the sleeves and bottom.  Next one I make I'll hem it so it hits just above my knees but this one is flannel, therefore warm, therefore I'm leaving it as long as it is so I can huddle up in it.  I've got another piece of flannel but it isn't enough to make Dress No. 2 with sleeves so I guess I'll be cutting out a Dress No. 1 tonight.  These things are like potato chips, I can't sew just one.





December 27--Camille Pisarro, Effect of Snow at l'Hermitage, Pontoise.  Lianne watched the snow fall.  Her breath fogged the window glass.  She didn't want snow.  Snow made the roads slick and interfered with drivers' ability to see far enough to avoid hazards like speeding trucks and patches of ice.  Snow made cars spin out of control and slam into concrete abutments killing the person in the car.  Tears ran down her cheeks and she twisted her fingers too hard.  She caught her breath, let it out slowly and, finger by finger, untangled her hands.

Can you believe that there're only four more days of 2017?  It hit me this morning.  This year is almost gone.  How can that be?  I know I say this every year but, man, time sure flies when you're having a life.  I hope your year has been a good one.  The jury's still out on mine.  I think.
--Barbara