A Treat Kind of Day
I was outside today moving some snow, as I expected, making room for more that will be coming in overnight. We have such great service for garbage and recycling. The key is that the bins need to be in a certain place along Stauffer Avenue to be picked up. When Randy blows snow it goes to the south towards Stauffer. When the city comes roaring down Stauffer with their truck carrying the blade, it pushes off Stauffer towards the north. Right smack dab in the middle of this moved, packed snow are our bins. It is truly a treat to have Randy move the bulk of the snow. The bins now have the area cleaned out, ready to be positioned for a proper pick up. Those trucks drive down Stauffer and the lift on the side of the truck plucks up the bins and they are gone in a heartbeat.
The patio porch was a great place to warm up. I have yet to find the right combination of mittens shoved onto my gloved hands, to keep my fingers warm. No problems with the feet, just the hands. It gave me time to spend with the cats and fill up some empty ice cream pails for the nightly deer treats. The snow pusher went with me into the patio porch so I could clean off the east patio where the deer eat. As a treat for the cats, the slider door was left open while the snow was pushed off. I had barely gotten myself and the pusher out the door and the three cats were lined up, proud as can be sitting in the open doorway. Not one of them ventured beyond the threshold to set foot onto the patio. About that time some of the thundersnow rumbled and wham, bam, thank you kitties, they were in the far corners of the garage. It actually was a weird sound.
Coming in, the tea kettle was filled, anticipating a hot cup of tea to be enjoyed shortly. The tea and my library book headed to the west house porch. What ensued was a phone call from JoAnn. We spent a goodly amount of time catching up. It is the winter of many firsts for JoAnn since the passing of Mike in November. I am very proud of how she is handling the multiple things that may be the same . . . but different. It was a treat of visiting about some times past, things that happen day to day and plans for a family gathering for the weekend.
Some time was spent in the sewing studio. It was a good feeling to get the side seams sewn on the jacket as well as the sleeve seams. The white plush felt that will be used in the trim was gotten out and t
hen I decided I wasn’t ready for it. The bias tape stash needed to be pulled out. As I really haven’t thought through all of what it will take to put on the white plush trim, I knew I didn’t want to fight the raw edges of the velvet. The Velcro on the back of the jacket is going to make the dressing of the Santa so much easier. Another day of decision making will be needed . . . and perhaps another day of snow moving.