We've got one moving in... the wind's grumbling around the house, and temperatures have been dropping for hours.
I got one rosebush and a struggling blueberry bush out of their pots, and planted. One more rosebush to go -- then I'll put empty dogfood bags on them for the winter. (That's how the Brickhouse rose survived last winter.)
And what's playing -- a 'first winterish storm' tradition:
Dvorak's New World Symphony. Performed dramatically.
The dogs are snuggled by any heat source they can find, yours truly included, with an occasional sigh because the music is so loud. Poor babies.
The mountains have had snow off and on for days. Maybe it's our turn next. Even if it's just rain, we can use the moisture.
*The Brick finished his driving gig for the potato harvest. Just in time, too, because temperatures have dropped and the wind's picked up. Eating dust while you're driving is no fun. His long hours have paid off in some welcome paychecks -- and potatoes.
*We went out for a drive to see the fall colors -- just before the wind picked up. Some of the paths still had our yellow aspens -- but so many leaves blanketed the ground that the roads looked golden.
*Still plugging along on work. I have three reports to go out to the post office...and more to come. Fighting off some sort of flu, but can't take much medication because it makes me groggy.
The Brick has been putting in long hours, harvesting potatoes. During this period, I lost a very dear friend...and almost missed her funeral. (We were left off the text group -- and no one mentioned it on elsewhere, until another dear friend asked if I was going to the service.)
I was incredibly grateful that we were able to visit before she stopped talking -- it was a God thing. We just happened to be going to Denver to hang out with another friend in the hospital -- and heard that Jo was going on hospice. We saw her on a Friday; she died the next Wednesday.
Put all this together, plus reports that I'm supposed to be finishing up -- and life has been a little bleak. I've needed to take care of several things, because of the Brick's working hours. And I've had to jam in extra trips, as well.
Just a bit longer...and life will calm back down again. But I still miss my friend.
The leaves are finally starting to turn, though not as lavish as in this photo.
We're in the high desert of San Luis Valley, after all.
The mountains have had their first snow. We haven't -- yet.
Meanwhile:
Some terrific (and easy) oven dinners anyone can make.
So not wearing nail polish is white supremacy?? That's what this columnist for the BBC said -- until the article quietly disappeared. I am sick and tired of people trying to read racism into every detail possible.
Hopefully you're having a good (or at least a better) week.
