Monday, December 9, 2019

Brrr...owie

This morning the sparrows were scrabbling around on the bathroom window sill; their way of communicating that the feeders were empty? Definitely got the cat's attention.

After doing chores I stayed outside to do a bit of the driveway, only an inch or so of snow, but I'm trying not to pack any down with the car tires. I didn't get much done before I gave in and came inside to warm up. My fingers hurt so much from that short of time. I need to go back out and do more, but I'm dreading it even more now. The sad thing is it's not even that cold out; 7F with a feels like of -11. It's yuck, but it will get much worse. I'm a wimp this year.

I don't understand how some people can stand to dress like it's summertime. I saw a woman yesterday in shorts and a tank top with just the lightest of jackets. Meanwhile, I look like an enormous brown bear when I venture out.

No new possums last night. Hopefully, the five we've dealt with in the last couple weeks were the entire clan.

When the woodpecker peeps from the trees, I like to imagine it's saying thanks for the suet block because bugs are hard to get this time of year. :)

3 comments:

Mama Pea said...

I feel your freezing fingers! Our temp has dropped significantly after receiving somewhere around 4" of snow yesterday with accompanying winds. I bundled up (I can match your brown bear look anytime) to go out and shovel. The snow was light so it went fast, but all the same my fingers were owie by the time I came in. This morning we have 1° above and it will be colder for the next couple of days. Is it winter yet?? ;o)

Susan said...

Me, too, on the frozen fingers! I wear mittens as often as I can because they are the only things that keep my fingers anywhere near functional. However, they do limit what you can do. I have so many layers on that I am afraid that, if I fall in the snow, I will be there until April because I can't move.

tpals said...

I've begun carrying my phone with me when I do chores just in case I do fall. It's one of my adjustments to being an empty-nester.