Mary Otter's house finally has window frames and the beginning of a door.
Quite frankly, I had planned to have the house finished by now. . . but even with the furnace running non-stop (and I have a feeling my stitching budget is going to go for heating costs this month), there have been evenings when my fingers were just too cold to stitch.
We've been luckier than most places in that we've had no precipitation and the temps haven't dropped into the negatives. They have dropped into single digits, though, breaking a 100-year-old record, and for this child of the Carolinas, that's just too cold.
The Canada geese have been standing on the ice in the local pond looking confused. ("Wait, isn't this what we migrated to get away from?") Actually, Dearly Beloved and I have decided that this very cold snap might be a good thing if it encourages the huge Canada Goose population to take their poop-producing proclivities elsewhere for future winters.
They are beautiful birds, but they are quite unpleasant in both temperament and habits.
We're supposed to get back to normal winter temperatures next week and I'm looking forward to some balmy 50-degree days.
And warm fingers.