It's a rainy Saturday here, but warm. My furnace hasn't rumbled into action once. Always grateful when I don't feel that gas bill rising. I'm also really grateful to live in a house heated with natural gas. Never need to worry about the tank (is that what they call it?) running low or all those things that go with propane and heating oil. Natural gas just keeps coming, no muss, no fuss and I don't have to monitor anything, just pay the bill when it comes. A nice man came by last Spring some time to do some kind of testing. He said they check ever twenty-five (25!) years or so to make sure the pressure is ok. That seemed to me like a bit of a long time between checks, but the house hasn't blown up so I guess they know what they are doing.
Today I'm also grateful that the lady from the school library is coming to pick up the second batch of books. I think I may have overstated how many there are, but she'll get three or four boxes at least. Maybe more. When she's here, I'll look through the shelves again and see if there's anything to add to what I've got set aside already. She told me that the first six boxes have been distributed between two school libraries in Hancock and the Public Library. Makes me feel good that they will be enjoyed by people and not just collect dust on my shelves any more.
My nephew is coming again tomorrow. I'm so happy I'm getting to spend some time with him after such a long spell of not seeing him. Feels wonderful. And he's coming a bit later in the morning so I don't have to worry about over sleeping. Life is good.
And I'm grateful that I have a nice collection of wordzzles to blog hop to and read after I post this. I'm always awed at how creative everyone is. I'm always grateful that no matter how blank my mind is when I start out, I manage to squeeze three exercises out of it every week.
Oh... and I'm grateful that Shannon's Dad (next door neighbor), who knows I like to take pictures out the back door put some bread crumbs and french fries by the stump in the middle of my yard yesterday. The squirrels had a great feast and I had a picture party. It was funny (and a little sad) to watch them burying half of their bounty. If this were a magic world (well it is, but not that kind), I'd have a yard full of french fry trees come Spring. Alas, it was a gray day and my windows need cleaning again so they are not the best quality photos, but the squirrels are cute enough that it doesn't matter.
planting french fry trees
That's it for today. Happy Saturday.