I’ve been busy. Walking the dog, trying to get in better shape, sewing, quilting, and then curling up in the fetal position on the couch because I hate the cold and the snow. Add to that an ice storm after two and a half days of snow storms, and I’m pretty dang cranky. Sigh. There is a certain beauty to this stuff, but I have grown so cold intolerant, I can barely stand to go out in it with the dog. The ice that fell on top of the snow made it really difficult for the little guy to get out there and take care of business. Luckily, I cleared some furniture out of the way and we now have a clear shot from my chair in the living room to the door out into the laundry room, so we’re playing ball that way. Here is how we started off:
And now we have slid on into this:
Two snow storms followed by an ice storm (still in progress). Unfortunately, I have a huge silver maple tree in the back yard. It managed to lose a good chunk of itself a bit ago without taking out the power lines right below it.
But then, about 20 minutes ago, the cats came tearing out of the back bedroom, and I went to investigate what spooked them. Another branch fell and this time took a line with it. I’m assuming it was the cable line, because I still have power and internet (internet is through a phone line). I’ve called the power company because the next branch is bowing badly and I can imagine that loss of power is not far off. The ice continues to form as rain hits all the frozen surface here.
I’m off to sew while I still can. Why did I not buy that treadle machine last summer? And the little bewildered pup will continue to root up the snow with his adorable nose!
I’m only a mom to some four-legged fur kids. I really don’t think I would have been an adequate mom to the two-legged variety. As you know from my whining, we’ve been steeped in the January frozen fog for some time now. On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, we had spectacular weather. Bright sunshine but still very cold. I went to a quilt show at the Oregon Gardens with a friend on Friday, went for a long walk with the dog on Saturday, and on Sunday, I drove back up the freeway to a little shop in Jefferson (The Purple Frog) because they had a fabric I strongly suspected was a match for an unfinished quilt and I needed to take a swatch with me. I’m happy to report the trip was a success and I will now be able to finish a rather ugly lonestar quilt I started probably back in 2007.
But anyway, back to the fur kid. The rain began on Monday. Not much at first, but yesterday (Tuesday) we had some good steady drizzle going. I decided I’d take my eye-rolling, heavily-sighing dog to the park for a game of fetch. Of course, once we got there, it began to pour in earnest. Lucky for Ozzie, his mom knows how to play in the rain.
We have more rain today, with quite a brisk wind, but we’ll probably go back again before it gets dark. Oregon had the driest year in recorded weather history last year, and we’re happy to do our part to end the drought by dancing in the rain at the dog park.
I know that Pinterest is the rage with crafters nowadays, but I am not a fan. The few times I’ve explored and found something I liked and wanted to know who made it, the attribution was missing, and I couldn’t find the proper information. That is not okay. So, it is not okay to take photos from my page and put them on Pinterest. I’ve mentioned this before, but since it has largely been ignored, I’ve put a copyright disclaimer here on the top right of the page. I should watermark all of my photos, but I don’t. I have found with Pinterest, the person who originally takes the photo will post proper attribution, but where it goes from there . . . well, just like a game of Post Office, all bets are off.
I had a Pinterest account for less than 24 hours. Those of you who love it, have fun with it, but please, not with my photos. Thank you.
Yesterday some friends and I went to see The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. It was a thoroughly enjoyable film. Gorgeous scenery, nice soundtrack, and it really made me want to just go . . . just get out there and explore. As if I needed any more prodding. The only thing holding me back is the lack of a very fat bank account. Perhaps I will work on that. So much to see, so much to do. What are your dreams? Where would you like to go? What holds you back? At any rate, if you want to dream or zone out a bit, go see this film.
Very uplifting, and a few scenes that made me laugh so hard, my stomach hurt. It was a really nice break from our foggy gloom. (Don’t tell anyone, but that gloom is forecast to disappear today . . . I can hardly wait!).
I had to go out this afternoon to the Honda dealership to have my car serviced. I took my tablet with me so I could surf the web and play a card game or two, since there aren’t ever any good magazines there and I generally don’t enjoy chatting in the service area. Anyway, my battery began to die on the tablet, so I shut it off. When I looked up, there was this amazing yellow glow coming from outside the dealership. As it happened, my car pulled up at that very instant and was ready to go. I quickly headed home to get Ozzie for a walk, because we had blue skies and sunshine!!
We made it to the park and walked for an hour. We were almost back to the car, when we could see the fog creeping back.
There is a small canal that runs right in front of the stadium and the fog sort of starts to rise out of it (and the river behind me), but in addition to that, the fog just suddenly begins to swirl down from above. It just appears out of the blue, as they say. Yes, I know they usually say that about bolts, but in this case, it’s the fog.
I’m hoping the sun will come back and stay longer tomorrow.
Well, actually, it’s really sunny here. Above the fog, that is. I can’t give proper credit for this photo, because someone sent it to the local news station and they posted it without saying who sent it. Anyway, I live in south Eugene, not far from Spencer’s Butte, one of our very distinguishing landmarks. There’s a nice trail to the top, and someone climbed up yesterday and took this photo, looking east to the Three Sisters in the Cascade Range.
Unfortunately, we’re all down there, under that thick white blanket of fog that just won’t go away. 30° this morning, so it is frozen fog. Everything is coated with a layer of frost. I have to go out in it soon, as the car is due for an oil change. I’m really hoping the sun will burn it off, if only for a brief time. Once I have the car serviced, it may be time for a trip up to the mountains or out to the coast. The fog only settles in the valley.