It's beginning to look a Lot Like Winter

Zing enjoying the hay.

Saturday was an all day snowfall. We got about five inches of the fluff. It's so much prettier than the bleakness of November. So, now here we are, the last month of 2025. How can time move so quickly by? If I could place time in a bottle. Don't I wish.

Place Time in a Bottle 

It's Me Again

Good morning one and all. The hustle and bustle of the holiday is over and I am finally unstressed. How can someone with three people at the table become so stressed? My stress line has obviously lowered by a lot. Lori had asked for a photo of our Thanksgiving table and I remembered partway through to do so. The Thanksgiving plate is rather brown, at least at my table but, hey, it's potatoes, gravy, dressing and turkey. I have whittled it down to the basics over time.

We had a pleasant afternoon. Matthew talked about his new career, how much he has learned over his orientation period and how much more there is to learn. His co-workers are great and he feels like part of the team. We are proud of him for taking this big step at this age. It is a brave move. He was relaxed and seemed happy.

Of course, it wouldn't be Caturday without some cats and the Cat Man. He is a cat magnet. 

 

I cannot close without a weather report. It's been cold and today we are having snow, 2"-5" predicted. I may be plowing. It is pretty.

 I’m not going to be around for a few days, I’m actually busy!

See you all soon. Nothing is wrong, just got my mojo working. 

Tip-Toeing Toward Independence

I walked into the kitchen yesterday afternoon and saw the elusive  November sun casting a glow across the living room. The sun is so rarely seen during November it felt worthy of a photo. It was much more vibrant in person, but it does bring a little light to a day.

Another news flash; I drove into Waconia by myself. Again! This makes three, count them, three trips in the car by myself. I feel like a newly driving teenager. Well, more like an old lady trying to regain some independence, which may be close to the same thing. It was a grocery pick-up, so driving was the extent of the adventure. As an aside, my olive oil has gone up in price by $4 since a year ago. I have order records so I know this is not my imagining.

I have everything but the turkey for Thanksgiving. Mark will pick that up from the meat locker on Wednesday. There is a farm in southeastern Minnesota that raises free-range turkeys we have been buying for years. Now I need to muster my ambition. I don't know if Matthew will be here. With his new career he will very likely be working. He was able to find a job relatively quickly at a major hospital in Minneapolis. He is happy so far, which is wonderful. To switch careers at fifty-one is a courageous move. 

Now, a second to honor all cats on this Caturday.

 Happy day to one and all.

Home Is Where the Hearth Is

Now that we are finally having November weather I am into the hygge of the season. I have a friend in Denmark so the word carries meaning for me. This time of year the sunroom is renamed the snug, for good reason. My favorite room in the house.

In the meantime......

Frieda decided to emulate a Gustav Klimt painting. She is talented.

 

The Evaporation of Reality

I think that bridge in Brooklyn is still for sale.

 

Peaceful Day

Good day one and all. We have now returned to November weather. Mark has filled my woodbox, which makes me happy. The wood burns fast because it's softwood. We have a continuous supply of fallen trees so the wood is free, unless the effort put into cutting up trees is added in. 

With chilly weather comes my incessant photos of soup. Pasta from Italy is scheduled to be affected by tariffs, I believe, December 1st. All the pasta I use comes from Italy. I will need to fill the cupboards. I've already decided I'll make my own long pasta and ravioli, but not the short pasta. This is perhaps my favorite. Cavatoppi. It is a firm pasta which makes it very good for soups.

I have a few bags of apples from our ancient non-hybrid tree in the freezer that are more than two years old. They aren't freezer burned so I used a bag for an apple cake yesterday. A simple, pleasantly sweet joy, one I don't take for granted. That wonderful tree hasn't been producing apples for at least two years and this makes me sad.

As Monday is laundry day that's the big plan for today. Dora had posted about setting up a daily list, something I have done before and not followed through. My only planned day is Monday laundry. Not being busy makes it so easy to let things slide with the excuse that there is always time tomorrow. Tomorrows are seeming limited. I do know I must make bread today. We are down to the store variety. Oh, no!

Saturday

It's the middle of November. How is this possible? I had a realization this morning, even before my first cup of coffee, that Thanksgiving is almost here. Mark ordered a small turkey although a chicken would have satisfied me. He must have turkey. 

We are in a warm spell. Yesterday was a surprising 67F. On the exciting side of life, Mark got the manure spread on the pastures over the past two days. Another thing for him to write off his anxiety list. The horses all look good as we head into winter. My old gal, Babe, is a chipper 31 year old who still has her sassy jaw snapping trick. She couldn't be less aggressive but she sure likes to think she is.

A couple of putty tats for our viewing enjoyment.

Frieda blends into the chair, making her nearly invisible. The cats are enjoying the unusually warm and sunny weather on the screened porch. Nothing like napping in the sun. Or on a pillow on a chair.

Not our Thanksgiving turkey, but a nearly grown turklet following the herd. Well, flock. There are two mamas and many youngsters. They live in the woods north of the barn and spend much of the day roaming the yard in search of food. We also have three young deer living there. They are safe here. Private property, no hunting allowed.

We had a hodgepodge dinner last evening. Leftover Italian sausage, onion, garlic with a little wine and cream sauce mixed with a wild rice blend. Also some peppers and zucchini from Neighbor Bill. It was really good, better than it looks.

Our Culligan Man was here to change filters on the reverse osmosis system so we are protected for another year. Well water is no longer all that pure.

Goditi la giornata. Enjoy the day. I'm working on my Italiano, Cheerful!

Mild and Sunshine

I had an appointment on Monday for the annual wellness check. I asked for a muscle relaxer to help my back. The NP felt along my spine and was kind of surprised how tight I am. I got the relaxer. I've always been a bit of a tight ass. Now I'm also a tight back. There was the Covid and flu shot done while there. I have not had any kind of reaction before, but yesterday I felt lousy. I did nothing but moan and groan. Today is much better.

The auger on the pellet stove started making a very loud noise. Neighbor Bill finally deduced the problem and is hoping to fix it. He is getting professional advice from Gatto, so all should be well.

Some may remember this china. It belonged to my friend and had been her grandmother's. She was taking it to Goodwill and I told her she should keep it, it was her grandmother's. She didn't have my sentimentality about such things and said no. I told her I would hang onto it incase she changed her mind, which she didn't. She died about five years ago, so she never will. I had posted it for free a couple of years ago, got a taker and set up a day and time. Packed it up. The person never showed up.

I decided a couple of days ago to unpack it and use it as everyday. Why not? The surface size is considerably smaller, which makes this serving look huge. It was not. Everything had become bigger. My grandma's silver cutlery is tiny compared to my mother's. Mark can eat a lot, which didn't matter until a few years ago. He has the heart attack belly now, so this should help. A lot of eating too much is a visual thing. If his plate is full, he is full.

Today is warm and sunny. I feel better. It's a good start.

 

Past and Present

In the spirit of patting myself on the back over things I could once, and some I still can do. Thirty years ago I laid this flooring myself, in three rooms and a hallway. We had pulled out the carpet and there was just the underlayment. I like parquet. I know it isn't a popular choice, but I liked it then and I like it now. 

It's another dreary day, but it is November and that is how November rolls. Yesterday I was in the hayloft, or hay mow as it is also known, helping Mark. There were three windows he needed to get to, which meant he needed to place and extend a forty-foot ladder to do that. Lots of grunts and groans happened. We did get it done. One mission accomplished.