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Snowy Sunday

It is a snowy, gray Sunday and the people who live here are puttering about.  We are having a bit of what one might call the ‘restoration-remodeling-dole-drums’.  This is actually a step up from the ‘what-the-hell-were-we-thinking-we’ll-never-ever-ever-EVER-get-it-all-done’ crisis’ that we do sometimes fall into.  Then we fantasize of having lots of cash (emphasis on LOTS) and lots of workers here, where we dream of directing workers with nods and finger-pointing, especially making sure that they not only finish each project that they are working on, but that they clean up after themselves as well.  We’d of course not be leading by example here, but one can dream.

It might not help that My Loving Spouse cut his hand open, so he has only one good hand.  Number Two Son still has a broken wrist, so he only has one good hand.  The wood stove-pipe had a malfunction and sent smoke into the family room not up the chimney.

Luckily, our ‘moods’ do not last long…

My Loving Spouse was fixed a cup of tea, which always helps….

I have a new pile of fabric to cut into for quilts for our Grand baby and My Other Girl’s wedding quilt (as she is officially engaged), so I have the fun of sewing to do…

We haven’t had enough snow to not enjoy seeing the big fat flakes falling down…

…even Garden Gladys Night is still smiling.

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  • Billy Boy February 25, 2014, 3:16 am

    Ellen – maybe you could strap the boys together with the non-working hands innermost and make one good working man! Reminds me of the three legged races at sports day…………

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