Well, another two weeks have passed, and I'm back in an airport again. I'm on my way to Dallas for the Grapvine show, and thus ends the seven weeks of down-time. Back in November I had such good intentions for planned accomplishments -- Gallery for the website, a bazillion new designs, paint bedroom, prune trees, and yes, the Wood Pile. But those good intentions are now just a good, albeit impotent memory. Like all the rest, the Wood Pile still looms in front of me. It's still covered with snow -- Not the SAME snow. Nope, we had one day above 32F when it rained, and then the temp dropped again so the wood all froze together in a big lump. I tried kicking a few pieces loose but really can't recommend this procedure.
At least the Family Visit went well. We cranked the heat up to a blistering 65F, rolled my mother up in a blanket and plopped her on a heating pad, so she was content. Dakota developed a cough, and God forbid I return him sick to his father, so outdoor activities had to be curtailed, but indoor events were a success. It was pretty much a Martha Stewart week. I don't remember when I've cooked this many meals, washed this many dishes, or tried to be such a gosh-danged homemaker. We even made Christmas ornaments and dog treats. The Great Meatloaf Cookoff resulted in a four-way tie (In true Democratic Spirit, we each voted for our own), but all agreed that we'd been suffiently "meatloafed" that it won't be on the menu again for a long time.
Don't know why, but I can't get anymore pics to load, so am quitting in disgust, and will try again later.