Morning

So around 5:50 am I was out packing in paint cans from the small garage in my pajamas.  Just before that I put a fire on so that when I got into the house it would be nice and toasty.  It was.  Actually a little too toasty because my pajamas happen to be shorts so when I got in it felt hot.  Then as the sun came up...hahaha...I meant when it started to get lighter out I also opened the coop so the birds could go free.  They weren't in a real hurry.  I believe the look I got was, "close the door its fucking cold out there."  But it wasn't, it was only around -2.  Then it started snowing.

The good news is that it's now a little after 8am and it definitely is no longer snowing, it is now in the wetter side of precipitation.  Which is good because I have to drive to Mahone Bay this morning to go to my writing class and I still don't have any winter tires.  I have rims...but they are in need of some rubber.  I sold the winter tires for my old car, because of course they wouldn't fit, so I now have $200 to put toward some new ones.  That'll pay for...one...right?

Sunny McJingles is out in the back forty waiting for an unsuspecting Bambi to cross his path.  He told me a couple of days ago that the whole hunting thing has lost its appeal for him and he was done for the season.  But there he sits...or wanders around...armed to the teeth and ready.  Ah men...can't live with them, can't understand what the fuck goes on in their heads.  

I have a few things I have to print off in order to get ready for class.  Later gators...

Words...

There be words on the page...or more accurately...there be text on my file.  So that's a good thing right?  Not that there are a lot of words, something in the vicinity of seven thousand in two chapters.  But I'm okay with that.  And get this...I have another chapter started and there are already five hundred of the little buggers sitting there.  Of course none of that means that the words are good ones, or even usable ones, or make sense, or want to be read by others...that may have to come later. 

I started out with something like 750 pages, cut it down to 500-ish pages, and then cut it down further to 386 pages.  Now I am in the editing stages and am through the first 169 pages.  Did I mention that writing is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy more fun than editing?  Cause if I didn't....writing is way more fun than editing. 

Last night just before bed time we got a skiff of snow.  It's taking a long time to melt because our +15 began to drop and by the time I got up for my first pee it was sitting at -2.  At least it's back up to the +6 mark...but windier than hell.  Oh well...such is the sucktastic weather that is winter.  It can always be worse. 

In the mean time the birds are hanging out pretty close to the coop and only wander farther away when the decide to chase Low Man and forget that the weather sucks.  At least I haven't been listening to ba-Kaw, ba-Kaw, ba-Kaw...all day long. 

There Be Puddles

Seeing as it was nice enough to finally stop pouring down in buckets I went for my walk today.  Holy Aquaman but there be some puddles (and when I say puddles I mean lakes) on the road.  At one point I actually had to back track and get a few longish pieces of wood so I could make myself an above water pathway.  Did you know that wet wood is slippery.  At least I didn't end up on my ass inside the puddle/lake/sea/miniature ocean. 

Now the wind is howling up a storm.  I am hoping that means it is howling a storm away and tomorrow it will be sunny.  Haha...I am so funny.  I suspect tomorrow will bring more wetness.  Sigh.  But at least I cannot complain about the temperature, I will take +15 any day. 

Today has been a seriously procrastinating day for writing.  Which is not good.  But I received a gift card for my birthday so I purchased John Cleese's autobiography with it,  getting up at 5:50am was worth sitting and enjoying a few chapters.  So, anyway...

It's Raining, It's Pouring

Yup, another day of rain today.  And she is coming down quite some wetness.  Luckily when I got up, and the day broke, I was motivated enough to go out and clean out the coop.  It was getting pretty rank from having birds in it longer than usual.  But I managed to clean it all out and put in fresh wood chips.  While this was going on they were out wandering around and pecking at things.  I have no idea what those things may be as I can't imagine any insects still kicking around.  Perhaps they eat grass?  Anyway after I was finished and back in the house and doing house things a serious battle royale commenced outside.  It turned out to be Guinea Fowl vs. Mallard Ducks vs. Canada Geese.  If the outcome is based on sheer volume, then the guineas win hands down.  If it was decided on lack of giving a big flying fart, then the ducks win.  The male didn't turn around to look at the hens even though they were less than two feet away, and the female just floated around serenely with her head tucked down for a nap. 

By the time I got my camera (iPad) the geese had gone and the ducks were slowly paddling away.  It would have been a great picture.  The Jets vs the Sharks vs...the Hens?  Ah...such is life in the land of the East where the tea is warm and the shoes are worn. 

Then finally the skies opened up and it is coming down in torrents...and I don't mean the good kind where you get to watch a movie afterward. 

Yech

Yesterday was a shitty day (weather wise) the first snow fall of the year (nothing spectacular) and rainy as well.  It was dark, overcast, gloomy...in fact it was a dark and stormy night.  LOL Which of course made me want to do nada.  And I managed to do that in spades.  Well I did go to my writers group and do some critiquing, so I guess I did do something.  I also got all my laundry done, well the washing machine and dryer did, but I had to manhandle it in and out, and then put it all away.  I also managed to eat--a LOT.  Now I just can't seem to get motivated.  The temps have dropped to -1.  So brrrrrrr.  The birds don't want to come out of the coop.  I don't blame them.  After all they are originally from Africa.  (Well these guys aren't, they're from Blockhouse, but the species...)  We plugged in the light and now the concrete mass it is buried in should be getting warm.  I don't know if that is a good thing or not.  I wonder if it's better to allow them to acclimate until it gets really cold. 

Yes as a matter of fact I am procrastinating...why do you ask?  Okay--time to do some writing. 

Homework...sigh

Is there an age one gets to when they don't have homework?  Because so far I've never actually hit it.  I'm pretty sure that one solid year hasn't passed me by where I haven't been taking some kind of class since I was old enough to get me some schooling.  So consequently have always had homework of one type or other that I have to do.  So here is me...doing homework...and procrastinating...because...Sigh. 

Although it is a warm, warm day today, right now it is foggy and overcast.  I can't remember what the chances are that it will drizzle...40%?  60%?  Something along those lines.  So I will do my homework...write some more (hopefully just write and not edit) and if it isn't pouring, take the hell hound for a walk.  I was going to wander far and wide yesterday because the weather was SPECTACULAR but I ended up hauling wood.  I guess that was more productive than walking and allowing my brain to ponder...but still...such a beautiful day....

On the upside I've finished my laundry for the day, made the beds, had breakfast, and let the birds out.  And all before 7am.  Yeah me. 

I Was Told There Would Be Days Like This

I'd love to be able to quit chortling gleefully about the weather, but I just can't.  It is blue skies again, sunny again, and if things go like they did yesterday--there will be warmth in the air!  It's awesome.  I am in awe.  That's what happens when you get to the other side of a long tunnel of craptastic weather.  Which means today will probably look much like tomorrow for my schedule.  Write/edit/write/critique...have lunch...go for a 7k walk...write/edit/write/edit...have supper.  (Now I bet you're jealous eh?)

The hubby didn't manage to kill off any deer, but he was nice enough to come in and negotiate with the tire buying guy and get full price.  Tire buying guy arrived and left acting like a major douche.  So I did not feel any sympathy for him.  And the best part...while I was writing the hubby was hauling wood.  Lots of it.  Although I feel a bit of guilt with him doing all that manual work, I feel happy to have the luxury of sitting for hours at a stretch and working on my project without serious interference. 

Bring on the sun...and bring on the creative brain cells!!!!