Real snow. in A small but passable life.

I woke up the second time this morning thinking “10:18”. It was 10:10. Not bad. I got up and pulled back the towel over the south window. Snow. Snowing. There was already a few inches on the ground. I raised the blanket over the east window. Yep, snow over here too. I really hadn’t seen snow in the forecast. I’d just noticed that it was going to be below freezing for the next several days. I didn’t even look at the ten day forecast. I haven’t seen this much snow since the day I’d left last January to spend the rest of the winter in the desert.

I had put beans and the leftover Christmas ham in the Crockpot yesterday. After dinner last night I’d thrown another handful of beans in and left it to keep going for another night. This morning it looked really good. Nice and thick. I added another two cups of water.

I’m about halfway through the book Daughter had gotten me for Christmas. I’ve got bookmarks in at least a half dozen other books.

I’ve taped a black plastic trash bag over the over the hole left by the fallen plaster. A white tall kitchen bag wasn’t big enough. I didn’t use the good more expensive Gorilla tape. I’d found an old roll of silver duct tape. It’s been several days now and it seems to be keeping the warm air in and the cool drafts and dirt and dust out.

I remember the whole winter of 13/14 sleeping in the van with the driver’s window covered with nothing but two layers of Saran Wrap. Whatever works.

Liam Dog and I may need to got out for a walk this evening because you know, snow.

Until then I’ve got a book to read.