Oh, my . . why did I totally not remember fireworks happen on New Year’s Eve? It has been 20 years since we lived where there were fireworks we could hear. I don’t mind hearing them but Rita . . poor girl. She was so scared.
About 9 p.m.m it started sleeting and raining and with the rain freezing on the trees and the sleet sticking to the windows. I thought it was going to be a quiet night and went to bed around 11. I was in bed reading and realized the sleeting had stopped, looked at the temp and it was 34 outside. The first time I heard something kinda loud, I thought Boots had knocked something over in the sewing room but then . . the fireworks began and Rita began barking and howling.
She’s been sleeping on her big bed with the heating pad in the breakfast room. She seems to like that better than the bassinet next to our bed . . at least since Vince left. After thinking I would go to sleep and not hear her, I realized that wasn’t happening so I went and got her, tried to calm her down, put her in the bassinet by the bed but she was in such a panic, I was afraid she was going to jump out. I do not like having a dog in the bed but I put her in bed, thinking she might be calm with me close. Nope . . not calm at all so I put her back on her bed in the breakfast room. The fireworks didn’t last long and she quietened down.
There’s a light, steady snow falling this morning. The trees are covered in ice. There is traffic on the roads and the snow plow has been by . . not our road but on the bigger road.
Those darned river birch trees dropped about half their limbs with the ice last night. I have a burn pit and I’ve been dragging limbs over to that (on sunny, warm days) but I think I have way more limbs down now than I can put in that burn pit.
After living in the drought in Texas for so long, I’m afraid to start a fire outside but maybe some day I’ll get brave and burn them.
Bad picture taken through a window but the magnolia is covered in ice and looking a little droopy. Our high today and tomorrow is only supposed to be 34 but with clouds and more snow so chance of all the ice melting are slim . . depending on how long it stays at 34 I suppose but with a thick snow on top of the ice, it may be Sunday before it all melts. That’s ok . . I have nothing I need to do outside except convince Rita to take a walk. I can get to the grass y saying right against the garage door where there’s no ice. The ground is warm enough that there’s no ice – just a bit of snow.
I’ve told you how nice the people are that we bought this house from. I got a text message this morning that the husband was out and if I needed anything in town, he’d pick it up and bring it to me. Nope . . don’t need a thing but thanks so much for the offer. I feel much better having them close while Vince is not here. Everything about this house/move has been close to perfect . . if I can just get Vince here full time.