I never knew that pine cones from a 50 foot tall pine tree being blown off by 45 mph wind could sound like mini bombs hitting the house. If there had even been a fraction of an inch of snow, we would have had a blizzard. The rain was over by the time I got up this morning. There it was, 2.75 inches of rain in the gauge.
Throughout this day the winds have been howling. I am usually very comfortable with temps in the home at 65, but this wind is making me feel a bit chilly. I can only imagine how Dennis feels. He is the all time Chilly Willy. If this keeps up, my jaunts out to the porch in my nightie . . . will soon be at an end. Not to worry. We are quite isolated in regard to neighbors. This cooler weather also means that the livestock . . . cats and kittens are confined to the inside of the porch as there will no longer be a patio door cracked for them to come and go at will.
Today was a let down. I thought the perfect place to place a shelf was inside our closet above the doorway. We do live in a hundred year old home that has had quite a bit of redoing. I really can’t use the word “remodel.” What is a bedroom, with not a lot of extra room, was once two bedrooms with no closet. I got out my kitchen stepladder and really did a close inspection of the area above the closet doorway. I can’t find any type of framing that could possibly hold a handkerchief on a nail, let alone a shelf. The paneling on the inside of the closet above the doorway was fastened on the top and it appears that the plastic thin framing around the doorway has trapped the bottom of those short sheets of paneling. Ugh! Next option might be sky hooks.
In the end, this little abode on Stauffer Avenue is home sweet home for Dennis and me and we may need to realize, it is what it is.