Weather in Michigan is a big thing. Maybe because it changes so much. I heard that the week of the last snowstorm we got, we had every possible type of weather except hurricanes–sun/warmth, cold, snow, sleet, rain, wind….This last weekend, the overnight lows dipped down into the low 20s. The water froze in my garden hose and when I turned on the faucet to fill the duck pool, it pushed out ice cubes. But today it is 72 degrees. Whoo hoo! As soon the temperature rose to the high 60s, I opened the windows. Tomorrow the high is supposed to be near 80! EJ said that will be too hot. LOL.
Our local National Weather Service posted a high fire danger warning for our area. That makes no sense to me. How can we go from 40 inches of snow this month to “it’s so dry there is fire danger”?
With the snow mostly gone–although, amazingly, I still see a few small piles of snow–I’ve been walking Hannah down to the mailbox, which I haven’t done much since I broke my arm. I’m teaching Hannah the Hebrew word for “with me” to teach her to walk with me. It makes me laugh when she walks with me before I command her to. I know she’s doing it because she walks right next to me with her eyes on my face, hoping for her treat. She’s very food motivated.
Last Thursday I walked Hannah down to get the mail. Our cat Josette walked down with us. She’s such a sweetheart–very friendly. She loves to accompany us when we take care of the ducks and chickens.
I was dismayed to find a jury summons in the mailbox–my second in the three years we’ve lived here. I am not surprised to get frequent jury summons because there are less than 20,000 people living in our whole county. That’s not a large pool to draw from. However, I think it’s terribly unfair that EJ has not yet received any summons. In fact, in his whole life, he has only gotten a summons ONE TIME–and he was excused because he had already moved north. Me? I have probably received close to a dozen summons in my life. I haven’t yet had to serve as juror, but I’m sure sooner or later I will. At least I know have my own vehicle so I don’t have to worry about transportation.
Thursday afternoon my shelves were delivered. I put them together with Hannah’s help. She sat next to me…and ate plastic pieces from the box. The first time I saw her eating something…I gasped in dismay. The second time, I pried open her jaws…which wasn’t easy. Then I realized she was only eating the spacers used to separate and protect the shelves during shipping. I tried to keep the pieces safe from her but she almost got a fastener I needed. At last, however, even with Hannah’s distraction, I got the shelves together and in the closet in our library.
The next day I happily organized my craft closet. It looks really nice with the two shelving units in it.
My broken wrist is feeling better so I am going to begin trying to crochet again. I’m not sure I can crochet for long periods of time, but I’ll at least give it a try–and I’m quite sure the crocheting movements will help exercise my wrist and strengthen it.
Saturday EJ and I had an enjoyably quiet, peaceful day. Sunday I cleaned the house while he did a bit of maintenance on the vehicles.
I’ve seen the bluebirds back at the birdhouses a few times. I was hoping that they had decided to move in but in this video it looks as if they are taking nest material out of the birdhouse to use elsewhere. Oh, well, just knowing that there are bluebirds in our forest fills me with happiness.