A Howler

The wind during the early morning was a real howler.  The large evergreen on the northwest corner of my bedroom really accentuated the noise.

It has been raining off and on all day.  At noon, KEYC news reported 1.49 inches of rain.  I am sure more can be reported at the six o’clock news.  If the snow has moved far north, that would be fine with us.

If we do have measurable snow that Dennis feels he needs to partake of with his snowblower around doorways, Dan at PT told Dennis this morning, “no snowmobile boots.”  At all times he needs to wear footwear that does not allow for his foot to slide around in.  More information was given that as we age the amount of skin covering the sides of our feet is very thin.  Message taken in.  Dennis does follow medical instructions.

I am in between projects in the studio.  I am not without ideas.  I have taken to doing more reading right now.

I have ideas about my studio.  The thread of text messages within the stitcher’s group is amazing.  The majority of them are making plans for a trip in April to a place called SR Harris in the metro.  It is a warehouse for fabrics.  I could give them a von buoyage send off as I need no supplies.  I generally do not seek reasons to leave my home.  I like it here.  I like it a whole bunch.  To each their own.

Dennis and I are on the same page about being homebodies.  People joke with us about what plans we are making for taking part in tours.  For myself, I did take one tour bus tour years ago.  We met at the hotel in Fairmont early in the morning.  When we returned to the hotel late in that same day . . . never again.  The person in front of me enjoyed their seat tilted quite far back.  I had just enough room to fold my hands over my chest.  Any points of interest that I might have, I can journey there on my own in the comfort of my own vehicle.  If I want to go somewhere, Dennis only needs a few minutes and he is ready to take me.  Again, to each our own. 

The afternoon is early and there is yet another chapter to read while in my bedroom porch.  I might get in a bit of traffic watching.