It was 19 degrees when I got up. By the time I was finally ready to go, it was up to 25. I don’t think it’s been up to freezing the last few days. I got out a turtleneck, sweatshirt and jeans. After I was dressed, I realized I should put on my silk long johns. Off comes my jeans and my handknit double-knit socks. I started to pull up the long johns and they caught on my poor too-dry skin. Out comes the body cream. Now my long johns are kind of stuck to my legs. Then I decide that my heels feel awful so they get lathered with foot gunk. Well, I can’t possibly put on my nice handmade wool double-knit socks now, can I? I dug out a pair of my old Orton socks. While I had the body cream out, I figured I might as well do my arms, so off comes the turtleneck and sweatshirt. Half an hour later, I’m finally ready to go. By this time, Sweetums has fallen asleep and the dog has died from utter frustration, but I drag them out anyway. I sure as shit wasn’t going to let all this preparation go to waste.
There was no wind so we walked down to the river. I was able to sit out on the pier for several minutes. It was so beautiful and so wondrously quiet. The sky was completely overcast. It looked and felt like snow was coming. We saw the first flakes while we were walking back and now we have about an inch on the ground.
Today’s lesson: As the outside temperature decreases, the number of pee balls in the litter pan increases.
I’ve made decent progress on my hat, although, I am not certain in what direction. I’m just letting it talk to me. I hope it knows what it is talking about.
Tags: Flo, mitered hat, morning walk, pee balls, wondrouosly quiet
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 