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28 May 2013

Footprints in the snow.


May 2 dawned bright and blue and white. I opened the front door and saw bare footprints in the snow on our deck.

Why? There is a story in this. A mix of snow and heat.

We had a very snowy spring in 2013. It seemed like every Tuesday a new storm would sweep through. This one was March 4, the day my new chair was delivered:

March storm

Tax day blew in with another storm, this time a big one. John was re-doing our front deck – he had torn out the old one and put in the joists for the new one when the storm hit:

tax day storm

My cat wanted out but: There is no deck! There is a lot of snow!

cat looking at the snow

The snow hung around for a couple days. Here are the dogs in the backyard on the 17th:

dogs in the snow

Another week, another storm. The view out the back door on April 23:

April 23 storm

And a week later, it snowed again. Here is the backyard May 2:

May 2

And the view out the front of the house - the deck? - well, that's the photo at the top of this post. I'll repeat it because this is where it goes in the time sequence:


And now, the reason for the footprints:

hot tub

That's our new hot tub! John set a small one into the new deck. It came Tuesday, April 30, and by evening that day the tub was hot and a couple sixty-somethings sat in it even though the sky was pelting cold wet rain. Even though we had to carefully leap across the unfinished part of the deck to get in.

May 1 the rain turned to snow, but that didn't stop us from running barefoot across the new deck like a couple kids.

And so May 2 dawned on footprints in the snow.

16 May 2013

Finding napkins.

It was time. Time to replace my old green rocker-recliner. It was probably 30 years old. But it was the most comfortable chair I'd ever had and I was very reluctant to replace it. I'll miss the creaky sound as I sat down in it. The place for my cat above my head. The big compartment on the left side where I kept cloth napkins. The way I could get into it in a wet swimsuit and not mess anything up. Curling up any which way in the generous seat, covered with a blanket and a cat, dozing off to a movie.

But we made the commitment to a new chair, and the delivery truck was on its way. I pulled the napkins out of the compartment. Hmm, better check to see if any napkins or anything else had fallen down the sides of the cushion during the last 30 years. I reached down the crevasses and started pulling out napkins. My hand kept getting stuck, there must be a better way! I looked at the back of the chair and found that the back cover was just velcro-ed down, so I pulled it up. A whole ton of stuff poured out! Lots of dirt and peanut shells and popcorn and . . . napkins! I swear, I found this whole pile of napkins in the chair:


No need for me to ever buy napkins again.

Here's the old chair:

old chair

This photo shows how my cat used the chair as a scratching post:

old chair

Bye bye old green chair.