Forget about any outside work, being eager to start seedlings, or putting away the winter boots. It's more like bake some Peanut Butter Cookies, grab a quilt and a book, and put another log on the fire.
Although our most recent (and unwelcome) snow has melted, now we're in the midst of a few days of "wintry mix." So far today that has meant alternating rain and snow, heavy grayness and bone-chilling dampness. 'Tis enough to make a person crawl right back into winter hibernation.
I did sally forth this morning to do a few errands and in between stops, was very thankful for a truck with good windshield wipers and a lusty heater. (Choosing the definition for "lusty" in this case as "full of healthy vigor" rather than "lecherous.") I did, at one point, have a fifteen minute conversation with someone standing outside the truck while the snowflakes mounted up on the top of my head. That little visit succeeded in chilling me right to the core, but I recovered once inside my vehicle by cranking up the heater to full blast, high heat. Seems to me this time of year, I've used up all my winter body fat insulation (oh, if that were only true!) and am ready for sun to warm my bones.
I've been putting some time in on a small quilted wall hanging. The hand quilting is nearly completed, then the binding and hanger for the back and it's done. I'll post a better picture when it's hung in place.
Other handwork projects (doing as much as I can before spring really does arrive . . . it WILL, won't it?) include another pair of socks on the needles and some small knitted miniature "thingies" for next Christmas that I can't tell you about. (Hee-hee.)
We need some comfort food for dinner tonight. I think I'll bake a big dish of Macaroni and Cheese, served with green beans (ala Carolyn) made with bacon fat and bits of bacon. I was planning on making some vanilla pudding for dessert, but the day has plumb gotten away from me and it's too late for that now. Maybe it will magically appear as dessert tomorrow night.
Hubby recently asked me to order a movie from Netflix he wanted to see (an unusual occurrence for him . . . 99% of the time he'd rather read), and it has arrived so it will be Movie Night on the homestead tonight. Good thing I didn't get that pudding made for dessert because someone in this house (and it isn't me) believes watching a movie ALWAYS includes a big bowl of popcorn.
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