brightmonkey

Tie-dye sock monkey—what’s not to smile about?

This guy brightens my day. He’s unfinished but I kinda like that about him. One of his button pins reads, “I’d rather be smooching my nerdy husband.” His perch in my studio is just within my eye-line while I sew, a constant reminder not to take myself too seriously.

Meanwhile, the weather has turned here on the edge of the world—winter is arriving early. We’ve been slammed with storm after storm—wind, rain, hail, thunder and lightening. My child is ecstatic. He’s a big fan of this weather, the rest of the family thinks he’s a bit nutty. Poor Snickers hides under things and Miss Sophie refuses to participate in the walking part of her day. Nothing like compelling a stubborn terrier onto the grass… PEE! Sophie, PEE!

My poor neighbors.

I wouldn’t mind this weather if our house was better insulated. Ok, that’s not true. I’d mind it LESS if I could take in a storm through the safety of double paned windows beside a roaring fire. But this is not the case. Sure old houses are charming, but that’s code for paper thin walls. The real estate agent never mentions your walls are so thin, even animals won’t make a home in them. No, they’re too busy pointing out the lovely molding and the original 1920’s windows.

Original windows? WHAT? How is that a selling point? Original windows = It’s COLD in here. How cold? I can’t feel my feet cold. I can see my breath cold? I’m stealing long underwear from IZ, heating blankets in the dryer, and sucking down liters of hot tea cold. Even Miss Sophie spends her evening with her nose tucked in a blanket.

It’s going to be a long winter  and y’all have been warned: it’s 49 degrees and I’m already whiny. It’s only going to get worse.  You might want to stop reading until next May.

Speaking of tea, tonight’s tea bag wisdom said, “Don’t sleep counting sheep. Count your blessings, then sleep.”  So, in the spirit of taking advice from a tea bag, “I’m thankful it’s not North Dakota out there!” Brrr.  (Hi, Treva! Bundle up!)