Wordy Wednesday

I'm fine. Mom's been bizzy making birds for a quilt. She's been going hog wild, making birds every night after day hunting. You can go over and see. Birds birds birds. It's pretty crazy.

The heating monster is fine. It's the oil tank that has problems. The heating monster v-e-t was over for a third time this past weekend and figured out the problem was water in the bottom of the tank. It would get in the pipe and freeze, so the heating monster starved.  We think it might be fixed now, but there may be some repairs in the future. So every night Mom comes home hoping the house is warm. So far so good, paws crossed.

We watched the Parade on New Year's Day. This was our favorite float. Mom likes dragons.

The weather finally got cold here in New Hampster. It is 12F (-11C) right now, and that's cold. We are supposed to have a couple of sunny days coming up with the temps above freezing. The nights will be very cold, but there is no "measureable" snow in the forecast. Works for us.

All the garden places are sending Mom catalogs. I think it's pretty funny, but I'm sure she'll be poring over them when she's done making birds. In the meantime the only green things growing here are her Amaryllis bulbs.  This one is just starting to open up.

I'll try to make sure Mom helps me blog more often than I have been lately.

Millie Monday

Mom's not usually a johnny-come-lately to much of anything. Usually she's on top of just about everything. But she missed the bus the first time Masterpiece showed Downton Abbey, so she's been doing a bit of catching up.  She'd watched bits from each episode, but not the whole thing from start to finish.

We took care of that yesterday, watching all four episodes - the first three on the internets, and the last one on the picture box. Six hours, wow.  Yes, I napped next to Mom, and sometimes on her lap while we watched.

We took a break to watch my friends, the guys named Pat, romp around with the poor Bills from Buffalo.

The Christymas tree is down. Mom took it all apart, and put it in its great big box.  Mom says it is going going gone, and that next year we'll have a smaller tree. She's hoping somebody from Freecycle will want it and take it away. I'm going to miss that tree and the great big box, but Mom says it will work out, and she promises me we will have a Christymas tree next year, so I'm not worried.

Today we're going to watch Roses parade on floats.  I've never seen roses float, so I'm quite looking forward to it.

Oh, and Mom has -finally- taken some pictures of me, so my posts will have photographic evidence of my recent exploits!