I waited a little late to get an optimal photo of the ice on the Ash trees. It’s above freezing for the first time in days and the sound of melting ice and dripping water is all around outside. The gutters are trickling water nonstop. We got a little freezing drizzle during the night, hence the thin coating of ice on the branches, but at 1 pm and 33° it won’t last long. It’s still and quiet, a very peaceful day in our little corner of Texas.
For some reason both of us stayed up very late last night. Again. We were sitting here in the living room, kicked back in our recliners, sipping hot tea with a splash of Jack Daniels in it, chatting away about all sorts of things when Brad mentioned that it was 1 am. Ahem. So it was! We finished our tea and headed to bed. He was awake by 9 am and let me sleep until 11 am. Here I am with another day out of kilter, it’s 1:15 and all I’ve done is have breakfast for lunch! Well, the beds are made and I am dressed so that is something at least. He put away the clean dishes for me and cleaned out the coffee maker.
I’ll work on getting the next half an ounce of fiber spun on the current spinning project and see about making progress on Brad’s socks and my Hitchhiker project. Our Whirlpool repair guy, John, will be here later to replace the compressor on the fridge. One of the spring supports is broken and since that part is still in warranty he recommended replacing it. At least the roads are passable and he has to come from the Ft. Worth area.
I logged onto Twitter to the news that little miss anti-Semite Illan has been removed from the House Foreign Affairs Committee and videos of AOC and Tlaib making complete fools of themselves over it. It makes for some pretty good theater, but that’s all it is. AOC seems to have thought she was at a tent revival according to some pundits on Twitter. Very entertaining, especially when she slammed her notebook on the podium before stalking off.
The chili and cornbread was great last night. I put the rest of the chili in the freezer for another meal. We still have the rest of the pan of cornbread to finish and Brad had a piece for part of his breakfast this morning. I drizzled the top of the batter with honey this time and it is tasty! My Grandpa Steel’s favorite snack was a glass of sweet milk (as opposed to buttermilk) with left over cornbread crumbled in it, eaten with a spoon. He’d sip a little milk out of the glass and spoon out some cornbread. I’ve never tried it because I don’t drink milk, being lactose intolerant, and I’ve never developed a taste for goat milk as far as drinking it. I am fond of goat milk feta cheese though…
It’s now a little after 2 pm and John just arrived to swap out the part on the fridge. I’m going to stay put in the recliner and work on my knitting, feeling a little chilled at the moment and it’s cooler in the studio than the living room.
Have a blessed Thursday, ya’ll. Stay warm. Stay safe.