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| "Thanksgiving at Grandmother's House," by Dept. 56 with mini leaf lights |
It
won’t be winter for some weeks, yet true to form, it’s cold in our world. I’m
now going out in my winter coat and gloves. Tough to believe that afternoons were
warm just a couple of weeks ago. Today our high was barely into the 40s.
And
the holidays are also weeks away but coming closer all the time. I find myself
a little stressed from time to time with plans for the advent story on this
blog (and other preparations and events). I hope the muse hangs in with me. It’s scary to write a story.
And
of course, we’re in the midst of adjusting to standard time again. “Seems like it
should be later,” I commented to Mike. And when I went to bed at 9:30, unable
to keep my eyes open any longer, he commented that it was early. “No, it’s
late!” I corrected. (9:30 is 10:30 on DST.)
But
– there’s no fooling the dogs with this clock-changing foolishness. They know
when it’s time for the walk. They can tell by the sun, or something. But now they
have to wait because we don’t go for the walk until after the school bus goes
by. They’ll get used to it – and so will we. KW
1 comment:
It's cold here, too, and the little bit of snow we got over the weekend still shows in the grass. The time change makes me crazy. Why?!? Just change it by half and hour and be done with it.
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