Another Winter storm on its way, another Champagne-O-Meter:
Good thing we live on Long Island, that is to say in the Greater New York City area, because hen the weatherman here says it will start to snow at 7PM, it starts to snow at 7PM. Sharp.
That is, 7PM after dark , which is why I only have these Before and After pics of the Champagne-O-Meter:
Good thing the dining room window has such a lovely view of the morning sun…
…good thing the dining room has a good watcher on duty.
And lo, from out of the woods in the backyard…
…comes roaming a lone ranger…
…name of Lucky…
…looking to rustle up a little breakfast.
Good thing Bibs doesn’t have thumbs and hence cannot be expected to shovel his share of the walkway.
Good thing Bibs been showing up for three squares at my house and has a gut that can double as a plow when he has to get to his hutch:
Very good thing:
(That’s a femalecardinal, by the way, fluffing out her feathers to keep warm. She has normal-sized wings, but they are tucked up to their little bitty feather tips. Cute.)
The only thing bad about this Snow Day was that it came on a Wednesday, which is one of the two days of the week that our library’s used book store is open for business, which means that I still have 104 books stacked up in the front hall waiting to be taken to their new home (in our library’s used book store).
Books that made the cut, that are worth their weight in psychic clutter and are still on my shelves, are: books that were given to me as gifts, books that I bought second-hand because they have a touching inscription on the title page to and from people who are complete strangers to me (Kindle THAT), and books that bug the crap out of me because they got great reviews and yet they stink. I have a complicated relationship with my books.
Today I finished the last bookcase; I’ve gone through everything in my work room now (the closet, the three bookcases, the two desks, the one bureau). Tomorrow I will go through the linen closet. I had to store about 50 books there when I ran out of space in my book cases and for some reason, it’s always annoyed Top Cat that half the linen closet was filled with books.
I’m still waiting, though, for that one thing that shows up when you’re doing a thorough house cleaning, that one thing that you find that you thought was long lost and all gone and was nothing but a small pang of regret.
I want to find that onething, whatever it is, which I hope is my moonstone ring that I took off to clean a cat box in 2003 and never saw again. Only, that was when I lived in my old apartment in Westchester so chances are slim-ish that it will show up in any of these eight rooms on Long Island, but I know just enough about quantum physics to know that it isn’t impossible.
But still: every purge (thanks for that word, Deborah) has to have its miraculous find. And when I find mine, I’ll photograph it for sure.
What would you most like to find hidden deep in the most unlikely place in your house?