Blogger is refusing to load photos--a glitch of several days now. Apparently it is happening to others. There is supposedly a 'work-around' but I am releuctant to fuss with it.
The above photo was taken last week and I had loaded it and didn't get back to load the rest, so there you have it, Bobby and Nellie surveying the back yard from the box elder tree--while the neighbor's dogs made a quick pass through.
We've seen the two old labs before--one black, one yellow--this time they were accompanied by a stout creature that resembled a Blue Heeler.
They never stay long and their only interest seems to be scoping the cat dishes in the car port.
We've had a number of grey and chilly days, but several sunny ones as well.
When the sun shines I go outdoors even if the air if cold.
I walk along the back boundary that edges the woods and pick up slender branches for fire starting.
J. supplies proper 'kindling' but I like the crackle of twigs for a starter.
The necessary housework--meals, laundry, light cleaning--gets done after a fashion.
I've stayed up late reading by the fire after J. turns off the TV.
Its one of the perks of retirement--knowing that a deliberately late bedtime or a night when I don't sleep well isn't going to mean heading to work stupidly tired!
I built a fire downstairs this afternoon and got at some sewing.
Last year I picked up a wool kilt/skirt in Black Watch plaid--a very good make.
It didn't fit, but the fabric was too nice to waste.
I picked out the stiches holding the pleats, steam pressed the resulting wide chunk of fabric and cut out a skirt for G. She had a remment of gold satin which she insisted would make an ideal lining, I found a zipper in my box of goodies, and so a spiffy lined wool skirt for my daughter has been produced for the queenly sum of 25 cents--the cost of the kilt at a local charity shop!
I am pleased when I can 're-purpose' something good.
A batch of choc chip brownies filled the house with the luscious smell of butter and chocolate.
The cats prowled in and out through the side slider door.
Bluebirds bounced in the branches of the box elder [too near the cat yard!] and flitted about in the old crab apple near the clothesline.
Pebbles the Horse stood facing the sun, dozing on her feet.
I won't put another chunk in my downstairs fire tonight, but am headed back downstairs to enjoy the lingering warmth while I tidy up my sewing area and preen over my accomplishments of the day!