In case anyone was wondering, yes, it is turning into winter. October was warmish, with nips of cool to let us know there is a transition. The leaves starting turning. November so far has been more cool than October, but definitely not intolerable.
Yesterday a cold front from the north blew in. It wasn't bad temp-wise, but the wind was cutting. Last night we had a bit of rain in the sleeptimes, and everything turned wet. So today the wind has been bitter, bitter cold. It is the kind of wind that cuts through you. The temps were tolerable in the low 40's. The wind was miserable.
It was a rather good day to put some chicken in the crock pot, and then I worked on tapestry. I am unable to sit still for long periods, so I would get up and move around. I would watch my course online, look at videos, and then go back to weaving. I can actually say I am pleased with my geometric shapes right now. They aren't perfect, but they are straight and angled appropriately.
I ate supper and then found that there was NOTHING on tv tonight. I wanted to finish the baby hat I started so I can get it done for BM's new grandbaby. I turned on a new show on Netflix. It was really rather depressing. I am sorta thinking that this is one of those Swedish police dramas. This character was close to the same age as Wallander, he lived alone and slept odd hours, and he sees dead people. He actually has conversations with dead people. I only watched one episode and turned that off. I decided to balance my checkbook instead. Much more entertaining.
The poor birds are eating really fast and furious. I have five feeders going. Tomorrow I will have to put out much more and more suet.
Tonight is supposed to be our coldest night into the teens. I really don't mind the transition to the cooler weather. But when we get slammed with the cold, I am not a happy person. I HATE being cold.
I have had a series of really bizarre dreams lately. I wake up and go to the bathroom. I try to redirect my brain to something else as I drift back to sleep. But the same dream keeps on going. I don't have a clue what I am supposed to be working on.
Next week is Thanksgiving. My usual habit is to spend the day in quietness and contemplation. I work on gratitude all day. I have varied this month by mentioning and thinking about one thing per day that I am grateful for. So I have extended my day of gratitude with gratitude all month long.
I won four pounds of wool from Kromski and Sons on the 4th. I still haven't received my package, and I am really anxious to get it. I don't know if it is all white, or a mixed lot. It is so much fun to get a surprise.
Guess I will go snuggle under the covers now and read for a while. I heard the coyotes earlier. I bet they are cold and hungry tonight.
Last night I threw out some of my baked potato to the jungle on the west side. I saw something dart into cover as I opened the door. It looked a bit like my groundhog, but it should be hibernating now. So I don't know what was out there. The other night I stepped out on the deck and I saw eyes out by the shed. When my eyes adjusted I could see the whitish face. Possum.
Have a good weekend. Stay warm.