Soup and Muffins

We have been having weather that held the promise of spring for the last week or so and now it seems that winter is leaving like a lion. Today the temps are in the teens for the high and there is a light snow falling. 4 to 8 inches is forecast for Sunday and the windchill is horrible. So with the chill in my bones this morning and a hunger in my belly I made a pot of vegetable stew for my evening meal. Ever so tasty, filling and cheering of the spirit. While it was bubbling away I mixed up some blueberry muffins, nothin' special, just a Martha White mix, they came out very nice. Golden and crusty with a multitude of tiny blueberries. I washed all that down with a glass of cranberry juice.

Entertainment on this frosty evening includes another reading of the book,  "Lights Out". Good food and a good book. Now I just need a good woman to share evenings like this with. And I'm working on that issue too. A nice looking woman from my local grocery store is still a work in progress. I did have a nice conversation with her last night at the store and that headed us in the right direction. I gotta say, she is fine looking and seems to be very nice too.

I know I need to do some house work.

UHGG!

I awoke from a warm slumber to the sound of...nothing. No cars, no trucks, just quiet. I crawled out of my snug cocoon of piled quilts, threw on some comfortable sweats and peaked out the window. What did I see? Sleet. Fucking sleet. An inch and a half of sleet. Frozen droplet that fall from the sky to turn the roads into, what seems to be, a table covered in white ball bearings. Nice. I put on my coveralls, boots and a hat, grabbed my new snow shovel and went to battle. The accumulation was nicely crusted over and broke into loose piles of the slick shiny beads and slabs and chunks. Whew! Now that that is done, what to do? I'm sick of looking at these walls, watching that flickering idiot box, staring out the windows. My favorite flea market is closed on the weekends. It seems I lost my fascination with gunshops through the gaping hole in my pocket and there are no small shops that a guy can go to and just hang out. Maybe a trip to wander around Cabelas or Bass Pro Shops. I dunno, I just know that I'm NOT sitting around the damn house today. Sleet or no.

I did receive this in my email this morning. And it makes me proud to be a grandpa. My little Diamond.