It was -10 this morning, which doesn't qualify as COLD, just a dip in the temp. It doesn't feel cold when it's -10, -20 is different, and beyond that it's really cold. The dogs don't differentiate among subzero degrees, they romp and roll in any weather. funny girls.
I had a good weekend, but the neighborhood was a little crowded on Sunday. The only people I saw on Sat. were Dump Girl and my friend Annie. Dump Girl was very cheery, as always. She's a peach. Annie, too was cheery. She cooks me good dinners. She wanted to talk about Egypt and Tunisia, though, which I didn't want to look into. A Hawkeye neighbor and I agree (unfairly) that world affairs have little to do with life in Hawkeye. We have different issues to deal with day-to-day. And for this we are thankful. Do I have my head in the sand? probably, but it's pretty here.
Sunday I didn't do much in the morning, some cleaning & organizing. I seem to be getting bored (AT LAST!) watching TV shows I've recorded, and even new shows. What? A sign of maturity? An intellectual awakening? Who knows. Anyway, I took the dogs for a walk in the afternoon; I was dressed in my baggy, fuzzy Santa Claus pants and my hair was so greasy it looked gelled. Anyway, at the end of my driveway was Bevin, who is living in his family's camp this winter. His dog Lucy was there, too, and she & my dogs love to romp. OK, then there was Dennis, the caretaker of one of the camps. Catching up on things with Dennis--I see him every couple of months. Turns out Dennis knows someone I used to work with in RI. Small world, getting smaller. OK, I walk to our camp gate, accompanied by Lucy and my dogs. I wanted to take pictures but camera battery wouldn't cooperate. I walk back to my driveway. There's a group of people just coming out of the bog. Tess befriends them. They turn out to be people I know. They snowshoed to the top of the bluffs, which must have been very nice but way too much work for me. OK, then Donny drives by with his plow. He's a neighborhood standard, and is my plow man. He just "cleaned up" my driveway, bless him! There wasn't enough to really need to be plowed, but it's a drag to walk through snow all the time. So Donny & I have a long conversation--about weather, the neighborhood, the neighbors, our lives. We like our lives. Dennis and Bevin like their lives, and like their jobs. "So here we are, all 3 of us liking our jobs!" I was pleased. Also happy to talk to Donny, but that just made it seem as if I live in a densely populated place. Of course there are those who would disagree.
Today I spent most of the day working on things that weren't particularly enjoyable--old high school yearbooks from places that no longer exist (nursing schools, secretarial school). I suppose that, if I were in a different mood, these would be entertaining, but mixed with the Final Report of the Champlain Tercentenary Committee (pub. 1909) it was just not fun. Oh suffer, suffer. This is my job, and didn't I just say I like my job? Of course I do.
Cold spell coming, plus big storm allegedly arriving soon. Run for cover! I'm supposed to go to Burlington on Weds, Tupper Lake on Thursday. I'll probably march on regardless of the weather but wouldn't it be nice if it were in the 20's & sunny?
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