It's that kind of weather: cold, damp, icy, drippy, snowy. The kind where you want to just stay in by the fire, eat starchy food, read books and generally hibernate until the skies clear.
Even this wintry mix has a beauty of its own, however. Like ice-coated pine needles on the little tree in the moss garden on the porch:
So we are in the house today; Larry rerouted water lines so the spigots for the washing machine are where they should be. The washing machine wheezed its last on Friday so when we moved it out we decided to get those water lines fixed. Now I'm searching for another (but not new) washer; no luck finding a good used one yet. When he finished with the plumbing work, he moved on stripping the varnish on that couch project we started last February (Shhh! Yes it's been that long ago). He's almost finished; next step will be buying some trim wood and figuring out how to make it look right since we kinda got the cart before the horse on some of this project. When he's done with the stripping today he has a whole BIG bunch of John Wayne movies to watch, thanks to our son Derek. Larry is a huge John Wayne fan so a film festival is in the offing, I believe.
And me, I am slaving away on eBay, getting things listed. It's slow going. If you have satellite internet you know how slow it can be. Those of you on high-speed, rejoice in your quick internet. But I am working along steadily and should have a good bit done by the time I quit.
Not the most fascinating of days, but not the worst either. Progress is being made, Mountain Stage is on the radio, I have good coffee in my cup and all is right in my world at this moment. And that in itself makes it a good day.