The weather has been uneven--nice and mild and bright for a few days and then chilly, gray and damp for a few. I don't think that is helping. Today it was in the upper 60s here with lots of sun and light breeze only. The official high was 66 but I suspect it was a tad warmer here. And tomorrow is to be a clone of today. Then clouds Thursday and maybe rain by evening.
I know; I have not got a flipping thing to whine about when I look at the rest of the country with the freezing rain, heaps of snow, bitter cold and ice everywhere. And I don't whine--much. Then, in Fairbanks, AK today it was -30 in the middle of the afternoon--which is about sundown at the present time, but still should be about the warmest part of the day. That is close to 100 degrees below nice, LOL, but the dogs don't mind and folks dress and prepare for that up there. You learn how to live with it.
The Yukon Quest, the 'other' 1000 mile race, begins in just a bit over a week on February 7. This year, odd numbered, it goes from White Horse, Yukon (Canada) to Fairbanks. Lots of preparation underway at this point and I'd somehow cope with the cold if I could be there. Maybe next year. For now I just have to live it all vicariously.
I'm still here, anyway, puttering around with some sewing and craft projects and going through a huge pile of fabric and notions and craft stuff that my gentleman friend's late wife left behind. It has been three years since she passed away and he is ready to color it gone. I do not feel odd about inheriting it and am sharing with my brother's lady friend and putting some on Free Cycle, too. That is semi-brain dead kind of work I seem to be capable of right now! Also have three lap robe sized quilt faces done and am about ready to tackle the other sides. They are all kind of Celtic themes and in time I will post pictures!
But many word-type projects are perking along in the back of my mind and I will get to them when the time is right. One day I will wake up with the urge and the words will just pour out as if I am taking dictation. Sometimes I think I am although I have no idea where the stuff comes from!
In closing, just for laughs, here are a few photos of me as a tough little tomboy a very long time ago. She is still in there somewhere and peeks out from behind my eyes every now and then. You've seen the saying: inside every old person is a young person screaming, "What the heck happened?" Not that I am old yet...