A cold but easy day
We’re back home from Rockland. It’s 7 degrees, supposed to fall to -7 tonight. Somehow the cold doesn’t seem so bad. It’s just expected to be cold – dress accordingly, or don’t go too far from the comfort of a heat source. I rushed out to the car to get a forgotten piece of ginger scone I left in the driver’s door pocket. It was – cold. I’m sure it froze overnight.
On the way home we stopped multiple times to pick up “necessities.” We’d only been gone two-and-a-half days, but in that time developed all kinds of deficits, I guess. I bought some black yarn for the afghan repair and a pair of size 4 knitting needles. We got some bananas, broccoli, some pasta, and some romano cheese. I took out three books from the library: two on Wyeth and one on Icelandic knitting. We stopped to chat with a local store owner who knows everything about everyone. It’s good to have distractions and good to be home. I guess I should mention that big snow is supposed to fall Sunday night into Monday, currently 10 inches total forecast. There’s an odd sensation of battening down even as today everything is lit up by extravagant sunshine.
Andrew Wyeth is on my mind. So is Wuthering Heights.