Light snow, light to-do list...



We got a half inch of snow overnight; just enough to coat over all the stuff that is unpleasant (mud, dead grass, blown garbage). What is still outside to put away will have to be done asap. I can't hint/nag anymore. Mostly, it's just a few things that need to be stowed, like the long-handled fruit picker and the sundial. And the random mess in my neighbors' yards. You'd think people would not stuff their coffee cups into my hedge, but there we are. I'll deal with that in the spring.

At any rate, it's looking almost festive. I have to pull up one set of snowflake lights; they are dead. Other than that, it's pretty much done. I will buy my wreath tomorrow. Probably put up the candles today. I was all about moving some furniture this morning, but what I was hoping to achieve can't be done without causing inconveniences, so meh, thing are fine as they are. 

Today, I'll head out to Lisbon for the craft show. Maybe there will be something fun and interesting-- I'm always looking for hand-knitted hats and mittens. I'll stop by the grocery to pick up some stuff, too. We are out of bananas. And pumpernickel bread. And aluminum foil. 

Other than that, I hope to finish annotating the poetry collection I'm supposed to write a review for; I got a lot done yesterday, but my eyes got tired. Just another sign that age is something I can't negotiate with.

I hope you have a restful day. Hold tight to your loved ones. The news is scaring the beejeebers out of me. 

C


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