Archive for January 2019

Wind and cold. That’s how this winter is stacking up. Not a very pleasant description and I am totally over it. I’m ready for spring, cook-outs, s’mores, planting more asparagus, potatoes, and I have my eye on another spruce tree. Yesterday was supposed to be the day I wrote this blog, but the day slipped…

The kitchen is “nearly” back together, partially cleaned, and I am totally glad to have the construction over with. I love projects and then I hate the feeling of being invaded and out of control. I think I love projects that I do, not so much the ones that require others to come in and…

It seems crazy to begin the next blog when I just posted the last one, but my kitchen is going to be undergoing a face lift for the next week. I have no idea how dirty the house will get or how much time I will have to write, so here goes. I’m having the…

Spring-like weather spoiled me for a few days, raising hopes for getting some outside work done. Not so fast. Rein in the horses. Curb the dream. It’s January in Colorado after-all. My goal needs to stay centered around snow-shoeing for the time being. I went to the store early and I’m glad. It drizzled shortly…

I had a little problem with one eye, so my blog is getting cut short today. Fortunately, I was able to get into the eye doctor right away and the diagnosis is interesting. It sounds much worse than it actually is. I’ll see a specialist in the next day or two just to be sure.…

Oh my gosh, it happened. In January. I got my wish for moisture and I don’t have to shovel it! Rain instead of snow. This is hard to believe. All day it’s been coming down in a slow drizzly rain that doesn’t run off. It might be my imagination, but I think the grass already…

At my recent book signing, a little girl came through the front door of the store and her eyes grew big and round. In a loud voice, she yelled out, “A book!” Her mother quickly tried to shush her, but to no avail. “I want a book!” She must have been all of three. She…

Here I am, once again sorting. I have to admit, I cried a little when I first walked in my mother’s house. It was so quiet, certainly not empty, just quiet and sad.  But there is work to be done, so I turned up the heat, turned on the water, and got at it. The…

Do you know the difference between a two year old and a puppy when you’re doing planks? The two year old climbs on top and the puppy crawls under. My morning yoga is so much fun this week with the grand-puppy here. We’ve gotten into a good routine with a little tug-o-war every morning to…