Greetings and Salutations, Friends!!!

We finally have some snow!! Six inches or so arrived overnight and this morning. Finally.
We’ve had the cold this winter, below zero wind chills and schools closing, but the snow has been sparse.
I welcome this winter addition.
Granted I can stay home, I don’t have to scrape off the windshield every morning to go to work now.
Still, it seems much cheerier with the inches of white fluff.

Which brings me to fluff My blog has never been political, nor will it be. It is solely the observations about the quirky things that happen around me. I write when I have something to say. I write to make the reader smile and perhaps chuckle a little. I write to connect with the reader.
So there it is. Fluff it will stay.

The first story is about the snorkling in the hot tub the other day. The hubster needed to grind off the sharp broken part on the tub wall. He alerted me that he would need my help to hold the elongated snorkle tube out of the water. And, of course dress warmly enough to stand there awhile.
I can do that.
I also needed to hand him the air compressor hose so he could hook it up to the pneumatic drill he was holding in the tub.
But I get ahead of myself.
I have to set the scene: The odd parade begins with
The hubster wearing his big fluffy white terry cloth robe over his bathing trunks, wool stocking cap on his head, navy blue Crocs on his feet. He’s carrying goggles, elongated snorkle, pneumatic drill. I follow wearing knee high winter boots, blue jeans, big coat, ear muffs and gloves.
Quite the parade.
He hands me the snorkle,sets down the drill, pulls off his hat and steps into the tub. Gets the goggles wet and pulls them on. I hand him the air compressor hose, he connects it to the drill.
Now, nothing about this is weird for us. This is just everyday hubster activity.
Not sure what it was for the neighbors.
He fits the snorkle, tips it to me to hold, floats on his stomach in the tub, checking to see where the area to be drilled is located.
Then he dives. Granted he’s just going down a foot, but somehow he has to stay submerged there and drill.
And he drills. And drills. Meanwhile the snorkle spit is shooting up the tube.
Not only is it shooting up the tube, it is also increasing exponentially in volume.
Because I am now leaning a bit over the tub, the first snorkel spit to defy gravity shoots up and out on my jacket.
Sigh.
This is also usually part and parcel of the hubster’s activities.
Thankfully by the time the snorkle spit volume has quadrupled, the drilling is done and I can tip the slimy contents on the ground.
The hubster rises steaming out of the hot tub, climbs down, refuses his robe, dons his Crocs and stalks to the garage.Job done.
Yep. Everyday activity.
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In contrast, my everyday activity is less messy, but every bit just as interesting. At least I think so.

I have signed up to do a block of the month. This is a 12 month long class in learning new quilt blocks and techniques. We have class once a month on the first Wednesday. On Zoom.
Because this class originates from England. The group is called CraftyMonkies. I found them through a crafter I follow on Instagram. I have taken a few classes from them and been happy with the results. And listening to the accents is a treat. There are people from all over the world in the class, although the Aussies and Kiwi’s watch the video because the Zoom class happens in the middle of their night.

I had to watch the first class on the video because of an earlier committment and this happened:
About ten minutes into the video the host (who you could hear but not see) mentioned that a class member found a mistake in the written directions. A paragraph had been repeated, with another paragraph missing. She, a good friend of the teacher, immediately asked the teacher (who you can see and hear on the video), “Were you drinking?!”
“Well, actually yes I was. I was in France last week staying at a chateau where we couldn’t drink the water. I was low level drunk the whole week.”

I can just imagine the class members laughing over this.
And I’m thinking, yep, this class is a good fit for me.

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Nope no transition here.
I like words. How they sound, what they mean. And not just English words, either. I like the Spanish words I’m learning.
Some are simple and sound like English like champu for shampoo. Some sound fancy like miel (Mee-elle) for honey or equipaje(eck-ee—pah—hay) for luggage.
But there are some that just have to be memorized because they don’t sound or look anything like their translations, like bufandas(boo-fan-dahs) for scarves or peine(peh-neh) for comb.
Ah, well, it is good for the brain to learn and practice.
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Nope, not here, either

And now onto books. I just finished The Frozen River by Ariel Lawhon. Highly recommend. I just started I Cheerfully Refuse, by Leif Enger. I like his writing.My brother sent me three Billy Boyle books.I am enjoying the first in the series.
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And speaking of enjoying(yes, this is a bonafide transition), I am enjoying not having any surgery scheduled this winter. The past three winters have been thyroidectomy, hip and then knee replacement. It’s nice to be walking and not stuck in the chair.

Have a wonderful weekend. Listen to some music that makes your heart sing. Read a book that takes you to a faraway land. Hug a friend. And hug yourself!

Love,
Janet