Then it registers that they are putting chains on this sanding truck, headed up the hill the other direction, so I step out into the street to see where they are going.
While everything is wet and melt-y right here at my house, just up yonder it is snowy and icy. (It looked like this a couple of months ago) I never realized that such a small change in elevation makes such a difference. Not that the elevation is very impressive. There's a sign at the top of that hill that says "elevation 500 feet". Our relatives from Montana, last summer, laughed and thought it was a joke.
So, that's what passes for excitement at my house this morning. Meanwhile the birds are busy at our bird buffet.
I'm sewing something for Sofia. I had had visions of making all kinds of darling little ensembles for my grandchild, but sadly I haven't found as much time as I'd hoped. What I am making is turning out cute. I'll show you when I finish it!