It is to be a huffing and puffing…
It is to be a huffing and puffing spell for the furnace. The forecast for the next six days doesn’t look very much above zero. We worked outside for a time to clear away some fresh fallen snow. With the sun and no wind to speak of, it didn’t seem bad.
Today was swap out day for bedding. I actually don’t swap them out. The sheets get taken off the beds to be laundered and then put right back on. A linen closet full of choices is not something that I thought we needed here on Stauffer Avenue.
As the bed in the west porch was being made, a chuckle came about. When Michael and Joann were here in the fall of last year, I was showing JoAnn a quilt on the bed. The bed touches three walls of the four sides of it. JoAnn commented it must be quite the job to dress the bed. As I was going through my antics to do just that, I chuckled. An older adult conquering the quest of the bed versus walls. It most likely would make a humorous YouTube video. Our tiny home is our forever home and of course there are going to be challenges. I am up for them.
Dennis came in and said the livestock was down by one. The oldest of the four cats has died. Tabetha came to us as a stray battling snow banks for food. We took her in and she had the best three years of her life. It seemed fitting that I help Dennis take her basket bed apart afterwards. Dennis went off to the laundromat with that and some other rugs from the patio porch and I began doing some cleaning. It is now up to Honey Bunny, Snuggles and Harriet to keep Dennis company in the patio porch. I think it will all work out just fine.