Sweet Gummi Mary! This day seems 72 hours long! It's Saturday. As forecast (for once), our snow showed up in the wee hours this morning. It took Farmer H 45 minutes to get to his SUS2.5. Surely you didn't think he'd stay home! On his way out the door, he said,
"I probably won't do much business, but my people will be there!"
We were supposed to get two inches. I could see that when daybreak came shortly after 7:00, being delayed by the gloominess. By 9:00, I could see where the squirrels had scampered away part of the snow on the porch rail. At 11:00, a melt was in progress. Now it's 1:21, and there's still a bit of snow on the grass, and on the porch deck.
Even worse, it's now RAINING! Not a lot. Just enough to be sloppy. The temperature is up to 38. But I'm NOT GOING TO TOWN! The wind is gusting to 33 mph. I'm cold just sitting here with my undertable heater. I had planned for this scenario. I got some extra scratchers yesterday, and asked Farmer H to pick me up some crosswords and Christmas Lights tickets before he comes home.
I would survive a trip to town. I'm pretty sure the snow is melted off the pavement. T-Hoe has been refurbished. I regret missing one of Fave's days at the Gas Station Chicken Store, since they were also closed on Thanksgiving. But I don't want to get wet. I don't need a chill.
I've done a load of laundry. Washed the dishes. Added a can of green beans to the leftovers so they'll last longer. Built and ate a delicious bacon/turkey/salad wrap. Wrote out checks to pay the Lowe's bill, and our personal credit card bill. Typed up two blog posts on still-kickin' HIPPIE with his cantankerous space bar. I'm thinking about filling out Farmer H's business tax form, to get his business license for next year. Nothing good is on TV. I conquered Wordle.
There's only about 4 hours left until Farmer H is home with my scratchers...
4 comments:
I have the opposite problem. My days go too fast. I'll get started on some project and the next thing I know, it's time to get supper going. Some days I feel like I lose 2 hours, maybe a bit more. I get frazzled trying to pull together my last minute chores or cleaning up whatever project I'm working on so I can have supper ready by 5 pm. Yes, we eat a bit earlier than most, I suppose. My husband's day starts at about 4:15 am and gets home around 4:30 to 4:45 pm. He likes to get supper done and over with, so he has a bit of time for himself in the evening, and I do not begrudge him that. I would be the same. I was the same, when I worked full time. I always needed time for myself. Now I have time to myself and it wizzes by. Somethings not right there. Ranee
Rae,
It's usually like that for me. Time to get to town before I have to drive into the setting sun, and get out of the gravel road before the bus-waiters block the entrance. But this day went on forever! And a day!
We always ate supper at 5:10, because my dad was off work at 5:00, and that's when he got home. My mom was a teacher and carpooled, so my sister and I had to get supper at least started before she got home around 4:15.
When I was working, I got home at 5:00, and Farmer H too. So we ate around 6:00. It was a juggling act.
I am like Rae, my days zip past too. Surely you have more warming methods than just your under-table heater? Any type of room heating at all?
River,
Yes, the new HVAC system is working fine, kicking on and off like it's supposed to. But the thermostat is set at 70, and I like it warmer. Not worth the electricity to make the whole Mansion comply with my comfort! There are heating vents by the door, under the table, and behind me. I still feel cold!
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