Sunday the 9th
The snow flurries of yesterday chose not to make an impact. A few sheltered roof tops are still harboring the white.
What has made an impact is the wind from the northwest. If one were to hold open a huge garbage bag facing the wind head-on, it might very well fill the bag.
The wind allows for the trains running through town on the tracks a block to the north of us sound as if they are right next door.
Last night, we had a poor-man’s supper. No we didn’t add a rock to the soup to make it go farther, we were fresh out of rocks. What was added to the can of Progressive Creamy Chicken Noodle Soup was the chopped up cauliflower from the night before, as well were the leftover mashed potatoes used. I heated the mashed potatoes in the microwave. They were then divided into our two soup bowls. At the table the soup was ladled over the mashed potatoes. A very hearty supper it was. The consequence . . . leftovers used up in a tasty hot meal.
I am so proud of our front sidewalk flag.
The cap of a marker covering the top of the post and one of my green quilt clips hugging the flag to the post is letting the red, white and blue fly brightly and proudly.
Dennis has his favorite cucumber dish prepared as a side-dish for supper. His choice of a Maria’s frozen dish will be piping hot. I am opting for a salad with my cucumber dish on the side.
I did look through the embroidery design on the computer. Quite a few to think on. I have someone that doesn’t do Christmas without the Grinch. No . . . ironically it is not Dennis.
With that I will take my leave. ♥