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Sunday, 16. January 2005
Twenty Below and I Don't Give a
Kate
18:48h
Sunday, Jan.16, 2005 It is a lovely, peaceful Sunday morning. It is snowing outside, but has warmed up enough to be slightly less frigid here in the living room than it was last night. We’re getting serious winter weather now -- 20 below, and lower. Last night after we got home from our meal with the upstairs neighbours, it was so chilly in here that I couldn’t sit in front of the TV (not that I wanted to; there was nothing interesting enough to keep me from my new stack of library books) and tucked myself into bed with some reading material instead. The bedroom is one of the warmest places in this house. The entire front of the building is windows, so when the thermometer dips -- brrr. Mom called this morning to invite us for supper and would I come earlier so that Karen and I can put quilt batting together or something for her. I forget the terminology. Lay it out? I think it’s putting the stuffing in between the top and bottom layers. I hope the road up here isn’t too slippery. We don’t have tire chains, as our upstairs neighbour now does. He'd gone out for groceries and couldn't get back up the road, so went and bought these.
We went up to their place about 4:30 yesterday and shared a meal and some wine. I didn’t tell Emil we were going until an hour before, and then he couldn’t keep this huge grin off his face. He really likes A and his wife, M, and while we were at their table he kept looking at her and smiling like an idiot in love. He is thrilled every time he manages to catch A out in the carport, too, as has happened in the photo at the top of this entry. ... Link |
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