Into the Sun

Can you see it? There the sun is just behind that tree. This is the sort of weather that makes one appreciate puffy down coats with pockets and fluffy socks.

34 F Outside, 58 F Inside

Can you blame me? I'm waiting for it to warm up in here before I take my shower. I could take it now, but I have to wash my hair, and I don't feel like hanging around with wet hair in a 58˚ cold house. I pushed the thermometer up a little, and got an immediate sigh of appreciation from Old Kitty. Fluffy Kitty doesn't seem to care. Old Kitty was hollering, and I think it was because of the cold. The weather forcast says it's going to warm up to a blistering 45˚ F outside, with a bit of sun peeking through the fog. I'll turn the heat back down in a couple hours, OK? After I've showered. Meanwhile, I have parts lists to type and a quilt to bind, and the band wants me to prepare several new charts. Ugh! I don't even like them. Why can't we get some GOOD new music?

Mask Making is Fun

With the help and suggestions of the creatively brilliant Cabaret Chairwoman, I made two beautiful masks. Now, under no pressure to make more, and with my newly accuired experience, I can just try to aid and supervise other mask-makers at the next go-round. I am looking forward to it. All masks made at the work session are in her care, and the materials were provided by the symphony associationa and by her, with the exception of a very few minor contributions by her volunteers. Time flies when one is making masks with all sorts of beautiful materials at hand to decorate them. Some of the students were absolutely brilliant, creative artists.

One Hundred

Hey! That's not a motorcycle? No, it's the engine of a big yellow piece of mysterious equipment. Maybe it's road equipment. We have snow. We have school, too, at least so far. Maybe the big yellow thing is a snow plow, but I don't think so.

Oh, boy. A masked ball. The Corvallis Youth Symphony is putting on a masked ball. I get to make masks. But I don't get to wear my green velvet gown because the band is playing, so I have to wear my black dress. I like my black dress, but maybe not as much as my green velvet. Maybe I could wear both. You know, change before we play. Don't know enough yet to know if that will work.

Ninety Nine

Mrs. Staggs wanted to know if I was in highly organized mode, and I just wanted to say, "Ha ha ha." I wandered into the back room with the intention of swapping some of the furniture around, and measured. The desk I want to put in is 4 inches wider than the desk I want to take out. Then I just backed out of the room and put the tape measure back in my tool kit before I lost it. Maybe tomorrow I'll make some moves on that front.

I have to make a cold weather TO DO list, because the forecast is for well below freezing. I think I have a hose hooked up, and unless HH is doing it now, MIL needs some faucets covered and vents plugged. Also, the tree is still looking spiffy, so obviously taking it all apart and away is on THE LIST, and putting furniture back in place also LISTED. The living room doesn't look like the photo because the large coffee table is gone--a brother has it--replaced by a pine chest my father made. The chair at the desk is now at the piano.

Undecided

Happy New Year. We had a great time bringing it in over at the Carnivorous Hippy House with the the Really Interesting husband of M Hippy, not to mention the Really Interesting daughter and mother-in-law. Really Interesting son wasn't in attendance. But HH & DD were there, and we were playing Auld Lang Syne on the front porch with other Really Interesting people at midnight. This is a great town, and I am so lucky to know such great people. Oh, sorry. I'm getting all maudlin. Stop it, you.

HH doesn't quite know what he's going to do with this thing. It's a little more awful than he first thought it was, and maybe he made a mistake buying it. It's been sitting in the corner of the shop hiding under a tarp for some unknown lenghth of time. I know what I want to do, though, and I'm going to go do it now.

I'd tried some new food on the cats, and they weren't having any, so old blind cat wandered out here to me and it took me a while to figure out what she wanted. Clever of her to make her wishes known, don't you think? She's such a sweetie. OK, I was going to go get things done, wasn't I? Byeeee.

Oh-oh. Chestnut brass are on the radio, and they are really distracting. I'm going. Going. Go...