The last of the Thanksgiving guests caught a ride to the Sioux Falls airport heading for Arizona this early morning.
“Ah, Dad, do you have an extra heavy jacket I can borrow?” Son, Ken, had come off the plane with a long sleeve sweatshirt. I believe the ride from Sioux Falls to St. James, either was shivered through, or that vehicle had the heater on high. I don’t think Ken was planning on visiting Minnesota in the winter at the time he parred down positions when he packed up and moved to Arizona.
It was nippy with the wet snow falling yesterday. Today there are mini ice cycles hanging from the house roof. We will be in a thaw mode for the next several days. What a whirl wind.
Dennis had blown snow late yesterday afternoon and the remaining snowfall did not amount to more than an inch or two. I did go out and push some snow off of the drive just to get some fresh air. Never would this heavy snow been something to be totally moved manually. I think they call it a “heart attack snowfall.”
A mix of fresh air and mending makes for a good feeling. A pair of jeans needed shortening. It was a breeze. The open arm concept of the new machine allowed for the pant leg to be stripped on for sewing and the pressure foot and needle glided over the heavy welt seams as if it were butter. It’s a good thing.