Saturday night

~blueberry tea and cookies from middle daughter

Gracious.  Such a panic about the weather, but actually, I'm a bit anxious as well.  Supposed to have a high of about 17 degrees or so on Monday, with a low of 7 (which is likely only a light chill for those of you up near Canada).  Ha.  Not so ha, really.  Southerners have warm blood, least that's the tactic I'm taking.  And if I'm honest, I'm only worried about the chickens.  Bless their little hearts.  Today it got up to 50 degrees, which felt wonderful with it sunny, but on Friday---or was it on Thursday---we had to go outside every hour or so and add warm water to their water feeder.  Stayed below freezing.  And they ate LOTS.  Guess staying warm is hard business.  I'd warm up some leftovers in the microwave and they'd chow down.  The food would steam in the cold air and they'd peck away.  Gary says they'll be fine.  Seems I have to mother no matter who's needing a good fussing over.

And went to see Mom again today and take her clothes with oldest daughter.  A good visit.  She'd been tired when we visited her last night, so it was encouraging to see her perky.  Or as perky as she gets.  She admits to having troubles related to the stroke.  She knows she's not right in the head.  I think that's a plus, just realizing that.  I mean really, you'd have to be aware that life isn't normal.

She's working at it, and I'm glad of that.  Has a goal of walking with a cane of sorts and not the walker. Goals are crucial.  And gratefully, she said she wanted to pay for our groceries today, which was wonderful. A nice surprise, and her way of saying thank you.  Our relationship continues to improve.  I think we both want to let by-gones be by-gones----you know what I mean.

For those of you in the path of this coldness, hunker down and stay cozy.  I'll do the same.