There are fleece throws aka Bob blankies all over the house. Yesterday, returning from shopping, I tossed my jacket – my very nice ski jacket – on the day bed that is kind of a catch all, while I unloaded the Jeep. I’m a hanger upper, not prone to tossing clothes usually… While the jacket is cushy, the material is not particulary soft. Still, a better choice than the dryer of a few weeks ago.
I guess I can hang up the jacket later.
Celebrating love in all of its forms.
Sam, beloved cat: In His Hands.
Sam, my folks cat – 16 or so years old, put to sleep today. Kidney failure. He was a good cat and special to me also.
I have had 3 rather intense work days. But, the work went mostly well and the deadline was met early this afternoon. I’m beat.
In the midst of all, we did not miss any walks or stomach rubs. The main thing lacking was a bit of sleep – for me. That will be rectified tonight!
In that arena of “why didn’t I do this sooner”, early in the week I searched our local “trader” paper and found someone to haul away the gutters, porch rails and rv steps that have been annoying me and taking up garage room. (see Damaging steps and Porch rails )
In that way of small town, small worldliness, Greg, who hauled the stuff away, works at the shop where I take the Jeep and motorhome (engine stuff). He didn’t recognize me. He recognized the Jeep, the red Jeep. Well…I like it too.
I finished work early in the afternoon. Karl and I headed to town for groceries, stopping along the way at a favorite spot for a walk. It was snowing lightly, but not very cold.
On return, after all was put away and a light dinner had, I enjoyed the rest of the evening…
…from the front porch.
And yes, there is a bottle of wine stuck in the snowbank. Turns out a snowbank keeps Chardonnay at the perfect temperature.
Ok, it’s not Bob…but Bob thinks it could be!
