hibernating
It’s still cold. It’s still snowing. The little birds sitting on the back fence seem fairly content and well-fed, though. I am more or less hibernating. By “hibernating” I mean that I am wearing
It’s still cold. It’s still snowing. The little birds sitting on the back fence seem fairly content and well-fed, though. I am more or less hibernating. By “hibernating” I mean that I am wearing
implements I made the keys first. They were easier. Then each one needed a keyhole and escutcheon and set of doorknobs or handles to match, ranging from simple to ornate. Victorian and Art Deco
I have been trying to think of things to post about, but I keep getting hung up on “I am sick of winter” and then I just want to curl up on the couch
the short, sad life of a faceless snowman He wasn’t leaning when they built him. (Is it presumptuous to assume all snowmen are male?) Anyway, he stood up pretty well those first few days.
We have snow. Again. Lots of it. I went to take some photos out the back door and Bucket got curious. She’s usually not the curious cat type, so I was impressed that she
You may have seen me on Twitter bemoaning the fact that I only received one book as holiday giftage. (Technically, I got two. I received one after the bemoaning.) Obviously, two is still not