Heavy Air
Gray skies may bring moisture.
All the water that had ponded in the east portion of our acre is down. With less standing water anywhere, there is less change of refreeze.
A good friend of ours experienced the refreeze of ice and was airlifted to Rochester. He had severe damage to multiple ribs that punctured some organs. Very scary. This Grammie only steps on dry surfaces or she doesn’t go.
Today I decided to reach out to my brother in Iowa. That is the shortest phone conversation with him in decades. It may be telling of his new life since his wife has passed away.
One more trip to UPS at four this afternoon. The fabric that my nephew’s wife had sent for Christmas stockings has been exhausted. I am off the Christmas stocking train. A total of eight were stitched and lined. The four being sent off today will need to have names embroidered on as their family grows. I am human. I sometimes have thoughts that are less than pure. When Carrie was here last week and Dennis, I and her were having a sandwich together, I made the comment that I wondered if the tables had been turned, if my sister would have been the aunt that stepped in to help Carrie and Kevin. Neither one of them said anything, but both were shaking their head back and forth in a non-verbal no. Hmm.
As of this afternoon, my machine has a new needle in it and it has been cleaned and oiled. The church tables are cleared and ready for a new day in the studio. Sweet.
Dennis ran an errand and the first thing he announced when he came home was that gas was $3.59 a gallon. Just the beginning.
The skies are not only gray but the air is heavy. Winter is yet to be over.