So, today is wet. After all that snow, it started raining, and raining, and raining. There is no chance whatsoever that I will get to build any sort of structure out of the the snow pile I created in that specific spot in the yard. The weather forecast shows rain for the next seven days.
Funny thing, when people from up North come down here they say it feels so much colder. They come from -40 up there to 0 or -10 here and they say it just feels colder. Many might have no clue what this means, but I agree with the assessment, and it isn't just an age thing either. When it is dry and cold, you bundle yourself up, go outside, feel cold, come back in and warm up. When it is wet and cold, you bundle yourself up, go outside, feel cold, get wet, feel colder, the dampness seeps through your outer layer to your inner layer and you feel colder. You go back inside and have to get dry first and then warm up. Then, when you live in a drafty old house with single pane glass windows, things can get a little dicey, especially when turning the heat up can be pricey.
Today after clearing the drainage area at the corner, I walked to the post office and bank, did a couple errands and had a quick visit with a friend at her shop. I popped back at the P.O. to pick up a parcel... pour moi! I never receive parcels... who could it be from? ... Old friend... But what could it be I wondered as I walked home with the shoebox size brown paper clad parcel tucked under my arm. I got in the door and out of the wet boots and jacket and hat and started to unwrap the package on the kitchen table. I removed the packing tape first and discarded it before taking the brown paper off. (No... I don't rip things open willy nilly.) In my head I was thinking... it is not heavy enough to be food! Maybe fleece slippers? Let me just say that I have some very thoughtful people in my life. When I opened the box there was a note: (Name)'s Emergency Sweater Service. When we had last talked on the phone I was freezing my a-- off and shivering while I was talking to her. Now how thoughtful is that? So thank you to my old friend who rarely gets the chance to read here. Much appreciated.