What a winter so far; warmer than it’s been within memory (mine, anyway, and I’ve lived here for 25 years); almost no snow; quite a lot of sunshine. Weird. I like it, personally, but wonder if it will negatively impact Lake Michigan and all our smaller lakes, rivers and streams. This is fisherman’s paradise, and that requires water. We also get all our drinking water from the big lake. When levels get low, that’s a serious problem.
Yesterday, I went shopping with Jane and Cheryl, two of my closest friends here in MI. There’s a huge discount mall in Michigan City, Indiana, about 30 miles from here. It’s an outdoor mall, so not many people shop there in 30 degree weather, but Tuesday is senior discount day, so down we went. To my surprise, I bought a few things. Usually when I need a sweater, I call Lands End or LL Bean, it was fun trying on, then buying. The trunk was full by the time we called it quits. Girl time. Loved it!
Tomorrow night, Don and I are taking Noel and Bob to Grand Mere, one of our favorite local restaurants. It’s a bit belated, as this is our ‘thank you’ for taking care of things while we were in Florida. Travel is much, much easier because they are here to manage the house.
One of Don’s train friends came over yesterday to see his progress; Ron was properly impressed, especially with the lake Don created. He is turning out to be remarkably artistic and talented with the scenery he’s made. Who knew?
I got bored on Sunday, so decided to clean out the big linen closet in the bathroom. Vera came along to supervise. She’s by my side most of the day, mostly, I’m sure, hoping there will be food near me and that I’ll drop some. Anyway, the top shelves were dusty, so I used the feather duster on them, dropping it from ladder top to floor when I was through. Next thing I know, Vera has grabbed it by the handle, tossed it down the stairs, and pounced on it! Yikes. I grabbed it back before too many feathers were gone; then I shut her in the family room with Don. Too much help.
Library today. I’ve been reading through the John Sanford series of detective novels, and just finished book 18. Not sure how many to go, but as that one was written in ’08, I think a few.
Coffee time.
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