What a disappointment today has become

What a disappointment today has become.  No sunshine, no temps above freezing . . . just fog and gloom.

We are one day out from Dennis leaving on his trip with nephew Brett.  We had absolutely no reason to leave home today for any type of fun road trip.  Dennis did decide to take each of the two vehicles out to the automatic car wash.  No . . . they won’t stay clean for long.  What Dennis likes about the car wash is the under spray that they have to try and take a whack at all the grit and salt under the carriage. 

I was making us some eggs for a noon lunch when he came home.  About that same time the washing machine let out its last breath indicating the load was ready to swap out into the clothes dryer.  Dennis offered as he knew it was the last of the items on his list of favorites to travel in.  “How did we get bleach in this load?”  I went to look and he had my black bra in his hands, remarking on the speckle of spots that looked like bleach had been splattered.  I assured him there had been no bleach involved.  When I had put down the light gray epoxy paint in the closets of the basement, all I had on was a pair of panties, this black bra and a pair of shoes.  No point in getting more mess going than necessary.  Ironically, there is a spot of the gray epoxy on the arm rest of one of our dining room chairs.  I do get into my projects.  There was a need to have a rub-a-dub at the time of the painting where I had spots of splatters on my arms and legs.  People . . . you really need to hang around us older individuals, we could be fun to watch.

I hope no one comes to our front door unexpectedly.  The melt that took place yesterday allowed for a perfectly smooth layer of ice.  The back door concrete had the advantage of being at a slant away from the door.  I will have to put out a bit of ice bite so as to not have the mail person take a fall.  I kid you not, it is glare ice.

Minnesota has a theatre of seasons every 24 hours.  I still cannot imagine leaving it for a few months every winter.  I like it here on Stauffer Avenue just fine.