Where Does the Time Go…?

Let’s see… 19 August 2016 to 4 March 2017… that’s over six months; 28 weeks and a day; 197 days. Definitely shirking my blogging duties here.

Lots of water (and snow!) under the bridge in 197 days. We had to cancel a wedding, hosted the fewest trick-or-treaters in all our years at this house (probably because we don’t set up the decorations and spider-webs and music/sound/PA system for the visitors like in olden days), broke out our winter village set-up for the Christmas season with the realization that we will have only a few more holiday seasons in this house to set the village up on the custom-made terraced platform that fits on the ledge over the door, enjoyed a Between-Christmas-and-New-Year’s week up north, and we endured a mini version of the 2015 winter where we got precious little snow until late January then got whacked with three blizzards at both houses in a span of about three weeks – the snow blower got a bit of a workout.

Our youngest daughter vacated the in-law apartment in the basement in October and moved out on her own to an apartment in Haverhill MA. Lynn finished Megan and Dan’s wedding quilt (eight years in the making – interrupted by car-crash recuperation).  We retired the big green recliner-couch in the family-TV room recently and replaced it with a powered double-recliner-loveseat that will better fit in the Ballot Box in a few years.  We’ve had some limbs come down in the back yard from the neighbors’ pine trees. No damage to anything (yet) except the trees. Pine trees grow quickly and age quickly so it may be time to chat with the neighbors about a mutual project to minimize any possible future damage.  I managed to clean out half the garage, enough to get Lynn’s car under cover for the winter. That also made it easier to clear the driveway with only one vehicle (Gene’s) out and in the way during snow blowing.  We got teased by Mother Nature just recently with 3-4 days of late-Spring-like weather (sunny, temperature hitting 70°F), followed by another 3-4 days of single-digit temps at night. My mother used to call that “Pneumonia Weather” (and she pronounced the “P”). We’ve been chasing the turkeys away from the bird feeders on the deck recently – they’d eat us out of house and home if we let them.

Now you know why it’s been 197 days since the last blog entry… Nuthin’ happenen’ here!  🙂