When the morning finally registered to my slumber…
When the morning finally registered to my slumber, I was hesitant to open my eyes. It sounded horrible outside. The wind chimes were a constant rattle. The wind rushing through the evergreen outside the northwest side of the house sounded more like a train.
Wonder of wonders, the driveway had not drifted over to any degree. I could still see Randy’s tractor tire tracks that had drug gravel from the street. The portion of the driveway I had cleaned off with the leaf blower was still clean. I did not think the snow was heavy enough to have held firm. Yippee for us.
I am in between serious sewing and stitching projects and have decided to take a break and do some reading. I had sent Nicholas and Megan a package with some stitching in it for each of them. Obviously I don’t have any photos loaded here on the ole cowboy’s computer to share right now. I may get the photos loaded but then I also need to download a program to resize them. When Megan received the package in the mail, I got a text that said “awesome,” I knew I could take a bit of a break from the sewing studio.
The house smells oh so good as there is a pork roast in the oven along with an Acorn squash. A good oven meal always adds a bit of warmth to the kitchen.
I will add if I am to stay on the ole cowboy’s computer much longer, each one of these keys need to be cleaned . . . just saying.