I woke up this morning and opened the blinds to see snow falling. I hadn’t really been keeping up with the weather lately, so it was kind of a shock. It doesn’t snow much here. It is Ivy’s first snow fall.
I wanted to share Ivy’s reaction.
She keeps pushing against the windows trying to pounce on it, and can’t figure out why she can’t get to it.
Now they’re both at the storm door watching the snow fall. I wonder what Charlie and Ivy are thinking?
I have been hearing the insulation workers up in the attic. Hopefully it will help warm the apartment to have it insulated. And maybe help my electric bill too.
Nathan worked pretty much all weekend painting in the kitchen. He got much of the painting done, and put two shelves up on the wall above the Breville oven.
However we figured out that four feet shelves aren’t going to work on the adjacent wall. So we’ll have to go trade them in at Home Depot. They are those MDF shelves, so I doubt they’d cut well.
It’s really going to give me a lot more space in terms of storage. I won’t use the cabinets or drawers in the kitchen. Once I’ve seen mouse droppings, I’m done. I don’t care if it was several years ago or yesterday.
Ivy is determined to put her twisty toy in their drinking water. I can’t figure out why she does this.
I take them out all day long and set them to dry on a paper towel. Then I change the water.
Here she is trying to get the toy out from under the blue cupboard.
The snow is lazily drifting down. An almost dreamy sight to watch it.
Nevertheless Monday morning grinds on. The trash truck is moving down the alley. I can see it from my spot on the couch through the storm door. The noise gives Ivy and Charlie pause.
I’m not hearing much in the attic, so they must have moved to the next apartment. They start with mine at the end and go backward I think.
At least the guys in the maintenance shed will be warm with the heater I gave them to use.
I’m currently reading this book. Synopsis from Goodreads:
Brooklyn, 1947: in the midst of a blizzard, in a two-family brownstone, two babies are born minutes apart to two women.
They are sisters by marriage with an impenetrable bond forged before and during that dramatic night; but as the years progress, small cracks start to appear and their once deep friendship begins to unravel.
No one knows why, and no one can stop it. One misguided choice; one moment of tragedy. Heartbreak wars with happiness and almost but not quite wins.
From debut novelist Lynda Cohen Loigman comes The Two-Family House, a moving family saga filled with heart, emotion, longing, love, and mystery.
I now can’t find two wrist braces. I remember taking off the one I wore during the night to wash my face. I haven’t seen it since.
Either I’m terribly forgetful or Ivy has them stashed somewhere.