Greetings, Friends!

It is cold, windy, and rainy in the Metro area, with threats of snow in the air. They say it’s just northwest of us now, yet will not be enough to stick on the ground.  Miserable weather.

And yet I sat in the car and ate my chocolate ice cream cone from McDonalds with relish.  (no, not with that kind of relish—with the kind that makes you smile)

And why was I willing to make myself chilled, you ask? It was because I drove there.

I DROVE TO MCDONALD’S!!!!! WOOHOO!! First time driving in over three weeks! Now, it’s not as though I will be driving cross country in the next few days, but it is good to know that I can get to the store to pick up something I might need. And again, I doubt that I could withstand a full grocery trip, but  just being able to get out is a great feeling.

And, of course, I will be availing myself of nappage as soon as I finish writing to you.  🙂

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The hubster and a friend climbed Harney Peak in SD over the weekend. This mountain is the highest east of the Rockies and west of the Pyrenees in Europe. They did this for fun.

As he was rushing to get everything ready for the next day’s departure, I was doing laundry.  Now for the dryer lint removal, I use a dry paintbrush. It saves the fingernails and keeps the hands cleaner.

Somehow, after I had removed the lint filter, I  bobbled the brush and then watched as it fell down the hole where the filter had been.

Out of sight.  Couldn’t see it, couldn’t feel it. Drat.

I explained what had happened to the hubster, then asked, “Can I run the dryer anyway?”

“No.”

And then he proceeded to take apart the dryer, front and back, drum and all to find the paintbrush.

The cats were fascinated.

Poor guy. He didn’t need that two hour exercise in dryer maintenance at that point. But he did it.  What a guy!  He knew that getting around was tough enough for me and that I couldn’t drive to a laundromat while he was gone.

You would think that that was enough excitement, but no.

The next day as my terrific mother -in-law was delivering me home after physical therapy since the hubster was on his way to SD, I realized when we drove up in the driveway that I didn’t have my house keys.

WHAT???!

Yep.  Locked out of my house. I’m blaming it on the painkillers and the fact that the hubster was in the doorway waving goodbye when we left. I hadn’t had to lock the door, therefore, I didn’t have my keys.

The phrase ditzy broad also crossed my mind.

Three hours later we arrived back at the house after driving through rush hour stop and go traffic to get to my M-I-L’s house and the key that she had and then returning.

And I had left PT without icing my knee, thinking that I would be home soon and could do it then.

The moral of the story? Ice when possible; you don’t know when your next opportunity will arise.

Of course I have expanded that to ice cream when possible, hence the chocolate cone in today’s freezing cold.

It’s a good adaptation of the moral.  I can live with it.

Well, stay warm, read a good book. I am reading the new Inspector Gamache novel —tres bien!

Have a Wednesday woven with hugs and sparkles.

Love,

Janet