Everything, everywhere… ;-)

I got back on the horse, though it took 4.5 days for me to return to the scene of the fingers-in-car-door-crunch, mostly only because grandson needed a USB “C” style charging cord.

Paying $19 more than the dollar store asks for one seemed ludicrous, because I know they work just as well. (As do reading glasses, by the way — and one can also get TWO bunny sticks for a buck and two bits. It doesn’t get any bettah, right?)

The plants holding the bunny sticks are husband’s latest hand-me-downs from a friend. I’m at the point of winter where I just said, “Why?” He didn’t know, either, but he is someone who cannot say “no.” If you have an old rowboat he could plant in his mind, or even 3 lb. of homemade applesauce (which I thought was sauerkraut for months), have at him. I’ll work around it. No more furniture, though, please. The purple-painted wooden kitchen chair near the wood stove in the garage is.. well, you know what it is.

Above the plants is Aunt Jean’s old 3-shelfy type thing (now) for holding freshly seeded peat pots. Husband forgets that we have a tiny saltbox-sized house, so especially his Enormo-Plants (the big one is a foot shorter than the last big something-or-other) are a sunlight problem. We have sills, but we don’t have sun.

Hence, the rigged up shelfy system (and now, a table beside the Singer desktop-holder; table is also Aunt Jean’s and is still holding some 100-yr old books). It works, though! He puts his label sticks in the peat pots (“S” for spinach, “B” for the beans we also didn’t get). “H” worked. We got herbs. Who doesn’t??

I know, this is dismal. We’re looking up the barrel of a loaded Nor’eastah, and it is beyond depressing. Thank God the chipmunk came out today for some ancient graham crackers, and a similar thanks for the chickadees barreling in head-on to the feeders. If they were larger, they’d be quite dangerous critters! 90mph and absolutely no fear!

A male cardinal has been visiting a lot; bright red swaying on the hemlock branches — sometimes the wife comes along while he watches over her at the feeder.

A pair of mourning doves loves the hemlock’s deeper cover when they finally move off from birdfeeder-drops. No hawk sightings of late; did he/they move up-river? And I heard geese coming back!

I looked to make sure they were indeed coming back! A dear friend in Ottawa said Canada’s “Fred” (the equivalent of our Punxsutawney Phil) who predicts when winter will end (or not) was found dead! Her comment was, “That can’t be good.”

Anyway, maybe we’ll stay with DST from now on; I’ve read that 19 states already do.. I wouldn’t mind some later light year-round!

I jumped out of my seat when Brendan Fraser won an Oscar for The Whale last night. Love that guy. Might see the movie someday. And as my title implies, yes, am loving some diversity! Way past time for it.

And 10 years for Pope Francis, already! How is that possible??

Now, I’m heading back to thinning out the upstairs rooms, mostly one-handedly.. it’s going slowly.

I hope the snow misses you! Weekend looks good, if that helps. Be careful on Friday. Too much green is not good. 😉☘️

❤️❤️❤️

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