Swapped

I've put it off as long as possible but the weather guessers are saying we're going to get 1-2" of snow in the next day or so. Snow accompanied by wind. So this afternoon I swapped the lawnmower and snowblower. It wasn't hard because the snowblower started right away. Whew. And we get to drive 40 miles to Shawano for Thanksgiving dinner. Should be interesting. I'll leave early if the roads are dicey. And drive slowly. I'll be the irritating little old lady in the right hand lane, gripping the steering wheel in a death grip, and clenching her teeth in concentration.

 

The squirrel was back inside the feeder this morning. All that was sticking out was the tip of its tail. I waited around but it didn't oblige and stick its nose out for a photo.

 

After driving over to Edw. Jones for my annual complimentary pumpkin pie, I baked onion bread to take along for Thanksgiving dinner. It went very smoothly, the dough was silky, and raised well. And it made the house smell so good when it baked. The aroma hung around all day. It smells great in here. I'll carry up the slicer tomorrow and get it all nicely and evenly sliced. I thought Durwood was nuts when he chose an electric slicer as one of his sales contest prizes but I really like it.

 

I took the time to draw this afternoon. Today's figures were a Watering Can & a Whistle. Both were pretty easy to draw and fun to color.

 

Then I got out the watercolors and a few watercolor postcards to try my hand at painting Christmas cards. I found the Instagram account of a painter who has been posting a raft of cards to paint so I saved a few of them and tried them out. I like them. I like them a lot. The starry sky one is my design but the rest are hers. And the Insta algorithm has decided to ONLY show me watercolor demos today. None of the other accounts that I follow, just watercolor demos. And it took 7 hours for my latest post to show up on there. It showed up on Facebook right away and I was confused because I posted it on Instagram. I don't understand.

 

I wrote 1,442 words today. I had the mean lady attack Iggy in church and then he went back to Seaview to tell Rose all about it. I'm almost to 50k words but the story isn't anywhere near finished. In fact, I have no earthly idea where it's going. What can I make happen tomorrow?

I sure hope the weather people are wrong about where the snow and wind will be on Thursday. I don't want to drive scared all that way and back. It's foggy right now.

--Barbara