The Ridge = Home
On Monday, Apr. 13th our plan (made yesterday) was to set an alarm for 6 am. At 6:30, drive into Durham’s Foodland and wait for senior opening hours at 7 am. We’d be prepared to stand in line if necessary. However, after a couple of wakeful periods through the night, to shake the cobwebs and dreams from my head, I kind of changed my mind. It's my prerogative, right?
A trip to the curbside
When the alarm went off, Bill got up to use the bathroom and when he came back I explained how the Jell-o was jiggling. He readily agreed with my new idea of waiting until Tuesday, after the post-Easter rush was over, and drive to Hanover instead. Our small town Foodland is great for a few things and those items on sale but for a long grocery list, including meat, it would be more costly than going to a larger city’s store. However, for just a few items, we wouldn’t drive the 20 miles when we could shop in town.
|Look at all the birds in this little tree|
The robin, who doesn't often eat seed, is wondering what
all the fuss is about
|Introducing our acrobat chipmunk|
I have choices; cross stitching, rug corking, colouring, lots of wool and even some no-bake clay. Plus! Baking and reading. I took a walk down to the end of the lane after our lunch of bacon and eggs. Mine was in a tortilla wrap, which made it more interesting to me. Now, we definitely need eggs, we have one left. Bill had his shower while I was out and I brought the recycle bin up from the road. It wasn’t too cold out but the winds were picking up.
|Just a glance across the pond|
From the warm environment inside, we watched the red-winged black birds, crows and Chippy as they ‘fought’ for a space on the seed bell. We could see Papa Goose out in the east side pond, Mother Goose’s nest still well-hidden from us, and when I walked down the lane, I could see only Ma Goose on her nest in the west side pond. Papa was no where to be seen. By 1 o’clock, the winds had increased and the rain also more persistent.
|Plants are greening up|
Bill wanted to turn tv on but I had just settled in my chair with my book so he offered to go upstairs to the cold ‘room’ in the house. He took a blanket and we opened the door to upstairs so he’d get some heat. That was kind of him as it allowed me to really focus on the story. Thanks to the winds the Suite was rocking all afternoon, I won’t kid you about that. At one point, we reached gusts of 39 mph. LOL, I can’t wait for it to ease off but that won’t likely be until after supper.
|Going down to gather the bin|
There would be no mail delivery today
Tonight was leftover night so I made up a batch of Cheri’s biscuits (sorry, Cheri, that is what I call them) and popped them in the oven at 5ish. Once they were done, it was just a matter of reheating the salmon ‘loaf’, the corn and some carrots. We were eating and cleaned up afterwards before 6. It all tasted great and I tucked 2 of the 6 biscuits away for our 2nd leftover night, tomorrow.
|Despite the strong winds|
|Father Goose stayed strong and faithful|
|Notice the pond water all around him|
During the day, once, I ran outside to gather a couple of things that had blown across the yard. Then while sitting to eat, I saw our white table roll by the window so ran out in my slippers to grab it and the bird bath before they tumbled down the hill to the pond brush. No thought to the wet steps so I had to take my slippers off and switch to my other pair when I came back inside.
|This little tree and hibiscus tent cover stood strong all winter|
but it sure danced today
We watched some of the Garth Brooks special before our regular Monday night programs started.
|The flags rare also really dancing today|
|Our leftover supper was tasty and filling|
Good night all!
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