When I was younger and stronger, I thought I'd never get tired of looking at snow. Well, I am now. It is everywhere and it's hard, frozen, and getting a little dirty.
Yesterday was almost a boring day, being cooped up inside, either in the house, the bird houses, or the Hut. I need to be outside.
I painted on some crafts during the day. I'm finishing a tiny doll house which is actually a knick-knack shelf. I might put them (I have several) in the Hut on the walls to store 'particular animals' in them for display. I love my animal figurines, and I've got a great many of them.
I love painting on my little crafts and hobby items.
I went all over the woods in the grove yesterday, but I can't find my lost swan. It may be under the ice on the pond. There's only one small hole where the swans have kept the ice open. It's just been so cold for so long.
I talked with Betty Pike a while yesterday evening. She's still pretty sick. She says there's nothing anyone can do for her. She just has to wait it out. We had a pleasant visit over the phone, though. She had meeting canceled that was supposed to be at her house last night, both for the roads and because of her illness.
Mary Douglas called to say that she was not going to try to come today. The roads are bad up in Moresburg, and the side roads are still pretty bad here. It's not worth a wreck to try to clean someone's house.
My feet were hurting so badly last night. I don't know why, as I hadn't been doing all that much yesterday. I guess it's the perpetual neouropathy and Fibro (otherwise known as The Living Hell). The three 'Itus' demons are still holding my thumbs for ransom. I don't know if it's more Arther, Bursa, or Tendon that's giving all the trouble, but these three are known to work together.
I'd like for them to take a hike. They could take Al Gore and his 'Global Warming' troup of idiots with them.
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