A ski-doo trail crosses our road on the way to town. This little short stop sign seemed worth a second glance. Everett stood beside it so you’d get a better idea of its height.

It was cold enough out to bite my hands when I handled the camera, but other than that perhaps the worst of winter is over. There won’t be many more ski-dooing days left. Yes, it’s another month till the first official day of spring, but hey — a month is only four weeks. We don’t have much snow, and a few melty days can get rid of it pretty fast.

I am making brown sugar fudge. Three batches of it: two for the Valdy/Fjellgard concert tomorrow night in town, and one batch for home. Otherwise Everett gives me hell. “You’re always making stuff to give away and we don’t get to eat any of it!” How’s that for a direct hint.

As soon as this last batch is done, I’m going to go out and test his sliding hill. One of the men has pushed snow into a mound off the driveway and Everett has groomed it carefully to have a flat spot on top, where he can get onto his slide-y thing. It’s pathetically low but he’s been at it a good hour now and is already soaking wet.

We intended to go to Grandma’s today but when I called her she had laid down for a short nap and was just about to fall asleep. She’d thought we might show up, but I wanted to get this fudge made. Waiting till tomorrow to do it is not a smart option, in case I turn up with a migraine.

I asked if she’d like me to pick her up and bring her here for the afternoon and supper, but she said no. She’d been to church this morning, of course, and was glad to be home.

“You won’t be lonely?” I said.

“Oh no, no, I won’t be lonely today. I’m a little tired, I don’t know why.”

“Have you had anyone check your blood sugar lately?” I asked.

“No, I guess I should do that.”

We made arrangements to go on Thursday instead. I have the most exciting life. I feel almost sorry for the rest of you.

xoxo
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