Hibernation
The feeling of hibernation is coming upon me. The front deck serves me well for getting deep breathes of fresh air. Then . . . that’s all folks.
I have no intension of putting myself in a state of illness these last months of winter. It really is the last months. The sun told me so.
We have a pantry in our basement. At one time it was the cistern for the closet next to it for water to be dipped out of for household use. Dennis and his cousin Bruce knocked through the concrete cistern wall and thus a pantry was created. Calvin had had dibs on kitchen cabinetry and we brought home four top units. Two for the pantry and two for the garage. A pantry storage for a small kitchen . . . perfect.
I went to the basement pantry to bring up what I needed for the bathroom and kitchen. Wow! Through my slippers the concrete floor felt as if it were minus degrees. There is no way the surrounding air in studio could be gotten warm enough for me to do any sewing. We have tile around the perimeter of the studio and the cold air coming up from that narrow opening of the tile tells me I don’t have anything that needs doing in the studio right now.
As I perch in my bedroom porch, I so appreciate my cherry red chair. My back and hips suffer not one bit from several hours at a time using it.
I can’t help but notice the comings and goings in the neighborhood with windows on three sides. It reminded me today of my parents sitting at their kitchen table over morning and afternoon coffee breaks. They didn’t miss a trick of what went by on the township road from their short driveway. In fact they could tell what was going on a section away to the north that had the tarred county road servicing it. Gilbert Lickfett’s dooryard didn’t stand a chance of privacy. Memories.
With that I take my leave. ♥