Here it is another week, almost at the end of another week, and almost the end of the second week of January. Terrible thought. And it’s still cold. Very cold. Even colder than before cold. Though we did get a couple days of a break in that cold. But now it’s back, worse than before. But first we got more snow. A foot deep along my pathway. And it was cold shoveling that snow. Which I am not supposed to be doing anyway. However, it’s not going to disappear on it’s own. Not for a few more months anyway. That is also a terrible thought. Sigh. It is certainly CABIN FEVER time. And I certainly have it. Cabin Fever, that is. Speaking of ceilings. Ever notice there is a lot of waste space up there? Now if there was just an easy way to use that space. Would be great for storage. Would free up a lot of floor space. In here, anyway. Chains and pulleys would likely work good, but I’m not so sure my landlord would like the idea. Sigh. Good ideas that just can’t work. Such a shame. Speaking of phones. Not those things that people carry in their hands 24 hours a day, I mean phones, real phones. Ones that actually stay in place. Well, most of the time anyway. Though I do keep dropping mine quite frequently. But that doesn’t count. However, back to phones. I am sitting here for hours, the phone does not ring. I am making my lunch, and the phone rings. Turn to answer the phone. Knock lunch onto the floor. I stand there looking at lunch on the floor. Phone keeps ringing. Answer phone, or pick up lunch. Phone keeps ringing. What a mess. My lunch, not the phone. Phone stops ringing. Thanks. Ruined my lunch. All afternoon the phone does not ring. I am making supper. Phone rings. Twice in one day. I turn to answer phone. Big mistake. But I take care not to drop supper. Instead bump into cabinet which causes me to move arms which causes one arm to land on supper which causes supper to land on floor which causes Steve to jump up and down, pull hair, bang head on counter and, and…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m calm. Phone stops ringing. Feel like burying phone in very deep snow out in the very frozen and very cold outdoors. But refrain from doing so. This time. Speaking of COFFEE! I like to keep mine in a glass jar on the counter. So I pour it from the plastic container into the jar. And always end up spilling some. So this time I have a better idea. I decided to use a soup ladle to scoop the COFFEE into the jar. Worked perfectly without spilling. Almost. The last scoop of COFFEE and the ladle hit the side of the jar. Spilled the whole ladle of COFFEE. Scattered all over the counter, the floor, and me. This was worse than if I had poured it into the jar like I normally do. Sigh. Same day, I took the lid off the margarine container and for some unknown reason it decided to flip into the air and I tried to catch it getting margarine on my hand, putting my elbow into the margarine container and the lid landed on my foot getting margarine on my sock. Surely I’m not the only one that has these things happen. IT CAN’T BE!! Sigh. Speaking of socks. Due to all the new snow it inevitably tracks inside and gets deposited on the mat by the door. Now, I have to walk across this mat to get to my bedroom. And I stepped on some snow with both feet, so that both feet were now wet. Naturally. I don’t like wet socks. So I change them. I walk back into the living room and step on more snow, which has now melted, with both feet, which are now wet again. Sigh. On another day, Muffin has her water dish in the bedroom. She likes it there. Fine with me. I walk past it every day, many times, never come close to touching it. On this day I step right in it. Wet sock. I hate wet socks. Change socks. It wasn’t ten minutes later after giving Muffin fresh water, that I walked past and this time kicked the water dish which went flying across the bedroom spilling it’s wet contents all over the place and making it impossible for me to not get wet socks once again! It’s enough to make a person jump up and down, pull their hair, bang their head on the wall (and groan extensively from doing so), and, and…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m calm. It’s because it’s so cold. So very cold. That’s why these things happen. Speaking of shopping. Forget it. I don’t want to go there right now. Maybe next time. Muffin will be waking up soon. She isn’t too happy with me for not sharing my soup with her. How was I to know she would like creamy broccoli soup? Especially since it doesn’t have milk in it. I can’t have milk. And about 550 other food items. Sigh. Muffin likes to sleep on the left side of the bed. The right side of the bed is against the wall. It has to be, it’s a very small bedroom. Now if I lie on the right side of the bed, it is rather difficult getting out of bed on the left side. So Muffin and I had a discussion about this the other night. I have the teeth marks to prove it. Muffin is still enjoying the left side of the bed. Might not be so bad if she didn’t want half the bed as well. Sigh. I hope you all enjoy your weekend and God bless! Try to stay warm, drink lots of COFFEE!

Steve and Muffin.

Well, here it is. Another New Year. Doesn’t seem any different. It’s still cold. Very cold. Feels like winter. Hard to believe that there has been snow on the ground now for over 2 months. And it’s just the beginning of January. There is still a lot of winter left. Too much. I think my cabin fever has returned early again this year. Actually, I think it started about a month ago. But it’s getting really bad now. That fever is climbing, and about to burst. And there is 3 months of winter left. That’s right. It’s left. Sometimes left can be right. But can right ever be left? Actually here in this town sometimes to turn left you have to turn right so in that case right is left but that’s a different story since I am just talking about right being left but of course if right is the only choice then it could be said that right is the only one left. So then right can be left just as left can be right but if I’m right does that also mean I am left? But how can I be left if I am right when I am not left at all so does that mean I can’t be right if I am not left if I am left when I am right or am I right when I am not left and left when I am not right or maybe I am only right when I am not left or should I say I am only left when I am not right or should I stop before I get even more confused than I already am confused because I certainly am confused about not being right when I am left or was that left when I am right or… it’s enough to make a person jump up and down, pull their hair, bang their head on the wall, roll on the floor (what do you expect after banging your head on the wall), and, and…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m calm. I think. Sometimes anyway. I know I think sometimes because it gives me a headache. It’s proof that I actually think. I think. Told you my cabin fever was bad. That wind was sure getting cold out there on that frozen pond as I tried retrieving more of those crossarms from their frozen prison. And it wasn’t easy. And dad just sat over on the shore in safety and behind a small stand of spruce so he didn’t even feel the wind. Sad. Making me do all the dangerous stuff. Finally he called to me to come over to where he was sitting. You stay here for a while and I will get those crossarms, said dad. Let me help you, said I. You can help by staying here, said dad, it will be safer for both of us. Not sure what he meant by that. He seemed to be walking rather slowly. It’s good thick ice, I called out to him. He turned around and shouted, what did you say? The ice is good and thick, I called back. Dad looked around, I don’t see a stick, he said. That’s right, said I, just keep going. Dad looked down at his feet. They’re fine, he called back. I don’t know the time, I didn’t bring my watch, said I. Good, just keep watching from over there, he said. Off he continued and arrived at the crossarms. Oh, he forgot to take the axe with him, better take it out there, he might need it. Dad was pushing on the crossarms as I arrived with the axe. You forgot the axe, I yelled. AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! said dad and he fell quickly to the ice and there was a very loud CRACK! It broke, I said. Dad got to his feet amazingly fast. Why did you yell, asked dad. Because you were not able to hear me very well, said I. BONEHEAD, you are only 6 feet away now, he said. Minor detail, said I. At least the water isn’t coming up this time, said dad. Toss me the axe, he said. Well, that is what he said, toss. So I did. The look on dad’s face was priceless again. I didn’t throw it high or hard, just tossed it and if dad hadn’t jumped it would have missed him completely. But, he jumped, right into the path of the axe, which then connected with his leg. Just below the knee. Dad started his little pain dance again, groaning rather loudly. Then he leaned on one of the crossarms that was sticking out of the ice. Which then broke free since the ice had cracked substantially when dad fell and dad yelled again and down he went again and hit his head on one of the insulators, which caused him to groan some more while holding his head. But at least his glasses didn’t fall off this time. Quite amazing really, he is always dropping his glasses when he hits his head. I helped dad get up. Sure is a good thing I am around when you hurt yourself, said I. Just think what might happen if I wasn’t here, I continued. Nothing, said dad. Not sure what he meant by that. I’m also not sure why he ever wanted to go insulatoring on such a cold winter’s day. And it sure is cold. Very cold. And it’s supposed to get even colder. It’s winter. And winter is cold. And that’s what it is right now. It’s also dark. And Muffin is snuggled nice and warm in her chair. Yes, she has her own chair. Good thing I don’t spoil her though. My new computer is working nicely. Such a difference. Decided to clean the frost off my door yesterday, it was an inch thick in places. Outside of the door, not inside, though there is some on the inside too, but only along the bottom of the door. It’s winter. And it’s cold. Hmm, must close my drapes before that little drone comes by again. Out there nearly every night now, and it comes quite close to the windows. Which I don’t like. Someone must have gotten it for Christmas. It started coming around just after that. Hmm, this is getting too long again, I’m trying to keep my ‘musings’ shorter. Kind of hard sometimes. Maybe I will have some changes by next week. Try to stay warm this week, and God bless!

Steve, and Muffin.