Waiting on spring....

I am looking out on a frozen world this a.m. It is supposed to get above freezing today...maybe by the end of the day most of the snow will be gone. Need I tell you that there are chances of snow next week? About the time it starts to disappear we get more.

However, we have a long way to go before we even begin to compare with the Blizzard of '78. We were young whippersnappers back then...both Roger and I worked at CBS. The factory...where vinyl records and cassettes were made...also where the record club was that everyone belonged to....at 1400 North Fruitridge Ave., Terre Haute, Indiana.

There was a record snowfall...15.5 inches in a single snow...20 inches on the ground was the most recorded. I heard on the news the other night that there was 20 ft. drifts. I read where the airport recorded gusts of wind up to 55 mph...

CBS actually closed down...for at least one day if not two....that was something that just never happened. Roads going east and west would be clear....but the ones going north and south would have snow drifts higher than the roof of our truck.

I don't recall a lot of details....just the joy of getting a day or two off work. And I remember playing in the snow....but I remember the 'feel' of the blizzard. I know lots of businesses closed around town. People just simply could not get to work...schools were closed. Cars were stranded around town.

That was before the era of everyone having front wheel drive and four-wheel drive. Roger had bought a 4-wheel drive truck right before we got married and people kind of laughed about it...you know the type of sneering laugh of why do you think you need that? Not that it could go through 20 ft. snow drifts, but it could and did go a lot of places normal cars did not go.

So, I guess I should complain....we could have another blizzard.

Better late than never

I hope this shows...it is Simon's Cat in Santa Claws. I just happened to check his website and there it was. But it is so true of cats. It so reminds me of our current cats when they were mere kitties. The first Christmas we had the cats, they wanted to stay right in the middle of it.
Specially at first...it did get easier to detour them away from it after the initial newness of it. The next couple of years they did not bother it, then this year Bubbie tried to start. I just happened to be there and put a stop to it before he could start.
Look at them...that was when they were not even a year old. You can sure see the mischief in his eyes in that bottom picture. He is 3½ years old and he still has a glint in his eyes. We play chase through the house. I will tag him and take off running, and he will come creeping in to find me. I jump out and scare him and he takes off. I can't wait for Lorelei to be old enough to understand just how to play with him. He needs someone younger than me.

What I wanted to tell you about is the Puss Puss there in the top picture. I have never, ever seen a cat with more curiosity. I could write pages and pages of stuff she does, and you probably wouldn't believe me unless you have a cat just like her.

Her true love is probably Roger. I don't care what he goes to do, she is right in the middle of it. Whether it is to sit down and sign a paper, or if he is cutting out the leather for a knife sheath, or if he is in the basement doing something to on his work bench...she is right there with her nose in the middle. And she dearly loves his fly tying table.

The other day, I kept picking up this little flexible plastic tubing....it was about a foot long. I figured it was something she had snitched from Roger and couldn't think to ask him. I did not want to throw it away, even if it did look completely useless. Finally, he came through and it was in the floor again, and he told me what it was and I think that was his second time of taking it back down in the basement.

The next day she brought a piece of leather...I don't know if it was an actual lacing or if it was just a piece he had trimmed off, but there she had it in the kitchen. I think the one time was all we picked it up. She lost interest in it.

Then there was yesterday. She had went down and stolen a pipe cleaner, or part of one, and she play ALL. DAY. LONG. with that pipe cleaner...she had it in every room in the house, on the counters, on the table, under stuff, in a bag....up and down the basement stairs. Then she would leave it laying on one side of the door, and go behind the door and reach under the door to play with it.

She is just so little and petite, and so curious. It is cute most of the time, but sometimes it can be annoying. But I still love her.

A different view....

I post a picture taken in November over on my other blog, Time Stand Still.....right Here.
When I posted the other photo, we all wondered what it is used for...see those poles leaning against the tree? We think they are poles for a tee-pee. Then look at that bench....both things combined made Roger and I wonder if it belongs to some kind of re-enactor/mountain man type. I don't know who owns it, but I sure wish I had one like it.

It is hard to see the chimney in this photo, but if you look at the other photo on my other blog, you will see it. There is just nothing quite like sitting my the fire with a loved one...be it husband, kid, parent, or friend. It is true about any fire, even if it is a bonfire outside...

Some of my favorite memories are of when Roger and I lived in Tennessee, we had a fireplace. We only used it for a little bit, but in that time we did have a few fires in it. Also my friend came and we got to sit by the fire and visit.

Later Roger bricked it in, and we got a woodburner...a Buckstove to be exact. It had double walls, with a fan in back that circulated the heat. At the time we got it, the double walls with a fan was a new idea....and a fine idea at that.

We have an old garage here...it has our lawnmower and some other junk in it. I keep coming back to the idea of cleaning it out, using a power washer on the inside, then painting the walls and getting a woodburner to go in it....I would probably sit out there and have a fire sometimes even in the summer even.

Then I could smell woodsmoke any time I wanted to....