This winter so far has been unusually mild, with 60 degrees and sunny on thanksgiving. Thaghappened a few years ago too. It smelled like spring and we walked down to the chicken house in tshirts to see what the girls were doing.
This year we contemplated volleyball but ended up skyping my bro that's out of the county instead. Now that I think about it as the bitter cold bears down hard, I wish I would have set up cricket or a bocce game. We just listened to my other bros baby mama chat about black Friday deals on new computers and other unneccasaries.
Turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce And goat cheese. Mmm. And separating this years lambs that are to be butchered from the ones kept for breeding and he ones going to butcher. And yes, I feel terrible how excited I am for some new rugs. I am thinking of getting a sturdy needle and turning some of last years pelts into warm slippers.
Well, despite the coccoon of quilts with a bed warmer I've created, I need to get up and prepare for another day of Christmas decorating. Spray paint and ribbons and sticky hands from evergreen sap will be the fate of my day. Which I think sounds pretty good.
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