I finished painting the 4x8' sheets on the garage, and they look really nice.....but the rest of the sheets are still waiting to be put on, so I can finish them, too.  John keeps saying he will get them up, and I hope he can.  He's still putting his new transmission into his Honda......

I feel so punky lately, that I'm beginning to suspect that I have flu - but that's just silly me again, always thinking the obvious worry.  My daughter is picking me up tomorrow to take me to the clinic and the next day, I have another appointment to settle up with the bank and mail out my credit cards for the last time.  They will be paid in full, and I can cut them up into teeny tiny pieces, hahahohoheehee! 

The weather continues beautiful, clear and mild, though temps are close to freezing at night.  I've seen the mother doe and her fat little one, spotted and sticking close to her clever mom, but now I see the nibbled plants in the yard, all around.  They eat everything.  Somehow, someone has been nibbling on the rhubarb, too, that is so well protected.  I doubt rabbits could get in there.  Could momma deer be sticking her head way in there, between the yarn, getting under the fencing that covers it, just to show me she can? 

Lets see now, I'm reading Kabloona, by Gontran de Poncins.  It's about Inuits (Eskimos) in an area that knew no white men, before the whites got to them all.  Having read about the horrors of South America (bugs, disease, humidity and heat, poisonous snakes, terrific weather patterns, and worst of all - oil drilling), I'm now in horrific dismay at how this white man is suffering in the intense cold up there.  He must be in great fear of getting left behind and freezing to death, at least.  Well, that's the joy of being able to read about it, and not going there.