Slushies

It may or may not have been a picture taking kind of day. It was bright and sunny and warm, if you care for mid 40's. After temperatures in the single digits, even freezing feels warm! It was warm enough to melt a little snow and conjure up a bit of mud. I stayed in (mostly) and did some of that work that never gets noticed unless you don't do it. You know, stuff like vacuuming inside the couches, washing the kitchen floor, and scrubbing toilets. It smells clean and tomorrow I can go out and know that something was accomplished this week in the way of housework.

It's a drippy kind of day. My snow people, who had noses made of snow this morning, are without sniffers this afternoon. This gal is doing the best in the nose department and even her's is significantly smaller, not that you care or anything. She'd have dropped her mittens on the ground if not for the stick arms I pushed deep into her shoulders yesterday. (I can hardly believe she still has eyes...)

Herb used to have a mustache and a ball cap. He's not near as handsome now as he was as a younger snowman. I suppose I should climb that old snowbank and rescue My Darling's hat (I let Herb borrow one) before a big wind comes off the lake and blows it to Timbuktu or even down to the drainage ditch. Those glasses Herb's wearing certainly can't hold on much longer. In no time at all they'll be down on the ground next to his mustache...

And then there's the Red Hat Lady. He beads are drooping (ha ha!) and she's leaning back in a rather tired kind of way. She's lost her sunglasses down there in the grass. She looks as if she may have had a little too much to drink... Things aren't going to get any better for this crew tomorrow, not with temperatures forecast to be in the upper 40's again. Most likely by tomorrow afternoon they'll all be little piles of slush with hats.

Alright, enough of snowmen. (I'm done now, honest.) It's time to check on what's for dinner. I've got a little pork roast in my crockpot. We'll eat that with mashed potatoes and maybe some cooked carrots. Maybe I'll even toss a batch of cookies in the oven for dessert. Maybe.