I was pretty good about thinking up things to keep the Kids occupied on rainy days when they were little. Making molasses taffy was messy, but they had fun. Finger painting, messy fun. (I'm seeing a pattern here.) After days of not being able to go outside, watching innumerable reruns of Criminal Minds, CSI, and Blue Bloods, I was ready to bang my head against the wall with boredom. And what did I do for fun? I dusted. Ta da! I've got several unread books, but I really had to get off my rusty-dusty and do something positive and minimally active. The downpour of the morning had subsided to a day-long drizzle not conducive to hauling firewood, so I was still stuck in the house. Dusting equals desperation, but the living room glows!
Stove is choking. No matter how I stoked and vented, I couldn't keep a good blaze going. It's pretty obvious he needs a chimney cleaning. I called my neighbor Beau who is looking for handyman jobs, but wouldn't you know he got hit hard by some bug his kids brought home from school and is sick as a dog. No help there for the time being. Stove and I are going to have to limp along together and hope for the best.
Even though John Dear's back is turned to me as I walk by, I can tell he's feeling neglected. I actually dreamed last night of tootling around with John in the sunshine, mowing here, there, and everywhere. Sigh.
Speaking of last night, looking out on the deck I had trouble recognizing what I was seeing. Had it snowed? No, that white light was moonlight! It seems like forever since the skies have been clear enough to see the moon. That was a good sign. This morning, however, that light on the deck when Bessie went out was ice. With no cloud cover, the temperature dropped below freezing and what was wet is now frozen. I really need to make a trip to town and had been waiting for the rain to stop. Now I don't want to take a chance on icy roads. Aaarrgh.
I guess today I'll dust the dining room, but my heart won't be in it.