32°f/0°C this morning. First frost, but no damage.
Last night we had our first fire in the fireplace for this season. It felt good too!
I have spent most of today sorting, researching, and pricing yesterday's auction haul. This is just a small part of it:
The wood mantel clock above is a Howard Miller dual chime, and I was surprised that I won it for a pretty low cost. It works beautifully.
Below is a green Fenton vase, a Westmoreland sawtooth compote, and a little white vase I can't identify. It happens; the USA mark on the bottom isn't much help.
Another unidentified: nice luttle decanter with a ground stopper. It is cloudy so it is currently filled with vinegar. We shall see if it clears up. If it doesn't, next step is CLR.
I have yet to identify these two swung vases. I thought it would be simple, but nope. Behind them is a lovely amber Fostoria pitcher and a pretty 1970s salt shaker.
Other than working on this stuff, I made that chili and cornbread I intended to make earlier this week. It is so good in this cold weather. After we ate, Larry and I ran into town to deliver a table to a friend and to pick up this week's milk and butter. I also bought tomatoes at the farmer's market. It was the last market for the year, sadly, but I was very glad to see our friends at the market and to get their good bread and those homegrown tomatoes.
Sarah had a contractor friend here today to help her lay out the plumbing for her cabin, so that was good because while our family has carpenters, electricians, and brickmasons, we dont have a plumber! In an ordinary construction we could probably have figured it out, but the container cabin flummoxed our guys. I think she has a good plan now.
On the puppy front, things are going well. Pip (aka Pippi Longstocking occasionally) is settling in nicely. He and Buddy are playing together finally and he follows Buddy everywhere. Pip knows some commands too, and has learned a few more. He loves being outside, and is slowly getting comfortable with Larry. That will take a few more days or weeks, but he's coming along. I kinda wonder if it's the beard that scares him. (Which I get because I don't like it either!) It is so satisfying to see the little guy finally feeling at home.







Beards and pets: a curiousity indeed.
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