Friday, February 27, 2009
The return of the mouse house
After a brisk walk to the bus stop, I may have changed my mind about that ski trip. 16 degrees F. and sunny looks nice but feels like crap. Knitting and muffins sound much, much better!
Youngest Child had some time to rebuild his Mouse House for the snow mice.
I think there may be a Neil Gaiman story about the things that live in snow - and they definitely belong outside.
And while some kind soul has roughly snow-blown the main sidewalks, I would need to wake the teens to make them shovel the other walks so I might as well do it myself. And to think I could be working in some dry, warm museum someplace . . .