Mist and I are having a quiet day in, which only makes
sense with the snow squall warning in effect.
Attila is cooking today, which he really enjoys. He still has some snow removal to attend to, but he is waiting until after the snow plow has gone by. Because the weather is not frigid, Attila can get away with only two fires today. All this adds up to a few spare minutes on his day off, and he has decided that he wants to use that recreational time cooking. He is chef for a day. Lucky me.
Since I am staying out of the kitchen, and out the way of my personal chef, I have the opportunity to scour the living area. I am throwing out the items we don't need, storing things we want to keep and making what is left neat and tidy. Where does all this stuff come from anyway!! I surely don't know, as I step outside the door but once a week at most. I don't bring it into the house. And the only thing I see Attila bringing into the house are the firewood, a few groceries and mail. It is a mystery.
Perhaps I should keep a log, recording each piece of flotsam and jetsam to determine the source of this relentless chaos. I'll probably forget though, it will take less effort to scour the place occasionally.
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Dragonfly in Amber
by Diana Gabaldon
"In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are half concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.... We enjoy now, not an Oriental, but a Boreal leisure, around warm stoves and fireplaces, and watch the shadow of motes in the sunbeams."
Henry David Thoreau
Condition: Light Snow
Pressure 102.0 kPa falling
Visibility: 1.4 km
Humidity: 88 %
Wind Chill: -19
z Wind: NNW 21 km/h
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