And another thing…

I’ m in Wegmans, my new favorite grocery store, where I bring my computer to plug in and use wi-fi.  They make a really really good Chai Latte.  If only I had another $3.74 I’d get another one.

Since I just posted the other day there’s not a lot to report.  But I’m going to try and get the same momentum that I had going with that last blog of mine..

The weather (you know I always bring up the weather) is beautiful.  The sky is blue blue blue, no clouds and I know there is sun out there somewhere.  My mom lives in the woods, there is no sun in the woods. I am always cold without the sun.  I walked out to the mailbox the other day and realized there was sun out there and kept walking on the road and warmed up quite nicely.  So now at least I know how to warm up….get out of the house.  I left my heater in storage in Florida.  I know right?  How freakin stupid.  Oh well.  So I have returned to my hair dryer.  Anyone that has known me for a long time knows that I use the hair dryer to warm up.  I turn it on and just blow that air on me or under the sheets to warm up.  I’ve used that method for years.  It is tried and true.  I would rather have my heater but I’m happy to have an alternative.  I have managed to stay warm at night.  I think the new ceilings that were put in last summer, along with new insulation are helping us stay warm at night. And it’s not even cold yet.  Wait until this weekend when it dips into the 20’s.  Why did I throw out that winter coat?

I went to the neighbors yesterday to get my first trunk-full of firewood.  His house is in the middle of a large yard, no trees, I sat there for awhile warming up. He told me he wished he lived more in the woods.  I wonder if he’d like to trade. Anyway, I filled my little car trunk up for $20.  Then I went around our yard picking up sticks for kindling and last night we had another beautiful fire in the fireplace. Plus I tried this new recipe (found in Southern Living) with white beans, butternut squash and corn.  She was in heaven my little mother.

I was reading to her last night from this area magazine about a neighborhood in Richmond called “The Fan” – when I mentioned the elementary school she said “I went there!” – after that she reminisced for a long long time about the different schools she went to and different friends along the way.  She went to maybe 4 or 5 grade schools.  Didn’t settle down until she went to high school then finished her last 4 years in the same school (the place I went to for Food Stamps the other day).  It was so fun to hear her stories.  She was laughing at a lot of her memories. Sounds like she had a fun childhood and I was amazed she could remember names from people in her first grade class.  She remembers more than I do about my grade school experiences. She also told some really sweet stories about her mom.  We’ve always thought our Grandmother (her mom) was a little harsh but there were some nice stories there.

I think I’m beginning to know why I’m here.

xoxox