Day Five
A sunny Friday and it was day five of working with the snow. Monday was ice and snow and today is Friday, and it was cleanup from the horrific winds of last night. It took two trips outside to get it done. Yup, they were right, it was cold out. As much Vaseline as I put on my face, I can assure you my skin has been moisturized while being protected. The driveway stayed quite clear after Randy was here at five yesterday afternoon. It was the city crew burying my bins that are on the corner of the garage that took me getting my red plastic shovel out. That stuff was not pushable. I have long given up on the heavy metal shovels. The previous path along the north side of the house to the area where the furnace vent is was totally filled in. One path from the driveway to the patio was pushable. From there west, it was the trusty red plastic shovel that came to the rescue.
I didn’t think the deer would come for their treats in the wind last night. I took a chance and put corn out thinking the worst that could happen is that the dish and corn would be buried. The first thing this morning, I looked out the bathroom window and there were tracks all over our yard and patio and also over to see what neighbor Jan had for eats.
Dennis’ cats really miss him. Yesterday when I had come into the patio porch all three of them were meowing. No way can I spend as much time in the porch as Dennis does. What I did do was put on the television and left it on all day until I went out at supper time to feed them. It’s not Dennis, but it is part and parcel of their usual and customary. When I went out to put the corn out this late afternoon, I left the slider door open. Snuggles came outside. He beat me back into the porch literally changing out his feet, two by two as his feet must have really felt cold. He immediately sat down and began to clean between his toes. Our cats have gotten to like the home that they have in the porch.
While we had the six foot Santa in the patio porch over the Christmas season, we knew 55 years plus had given him some wear and tear. Today the fabric came out for the trim to make new cuffs on his jacket. I had saved all the pieces of the old jacket. The total impact of the grime on the cuffs had gone unnoticed until I laid the new beside the old. Several hours were spent in the sewing studio, but this ole Grammie can feel all that wonderful freshness of the snow removal time telling me . . . enough is enough.
Dennis called last night and he and Brett were in California. They drove over the Sundial Bridge at Redding.