Wednesday: Snow or No?

Drove home in light snow. Depends on who you listen to, but we have 1 to 3 inches of snow coming overnight (almost a repeat of Monday night/Tuesday morning). I did hear there's a snow advisory for Port Huron with lake-effect snow (4 to 6 inches of snow). So, to ex-neighbors and family up there, good luck!

Once home, I filled the bird feeder and squirrel feeder, a normal Wednesday night routine, but more important now with the storm coming. But, there are currently no birds or squirrels outside (nature knows best, I guess).

Despairing of having the cash anytime soon to buy a new one, (too close to my Christmas excesses, I guess), I go up in the attic and bring down an old table lamp to replace the glass one Caley broke in the office. The only one I have remaining (I gave the "ship's light" one back to Luanne) is the Kokopelli lamp. Kokopelli is a fertility deity, usually depicted as a humpbacked flute player (often with a huge phallus and feathers or antenna-like protrusions on his head), who has been venerated by some Native American cultures (mostly the Hopi Indians) in the Southwestern United States. So, he doesn't "exactly" work in the office, but at least when people spend the night, they can get into the day bed and turn off that lamp, rather than turning off the overhead light fixture and then stumbling to bed.

Then I check this weekend's new To Do list and pick out "Organize Main Bathroom Closet." To be honest, I'm not sure this can be accomplished in just one night. When I moved my bathroom downstairs, I took only the essentials and its set up pretty damn good (everything I need, nothing I don't). But the upstairs is a mish-mash of all kinds of stuff, some brought here and never revisited since living in St. Clair. But, I turn up the classic rock and get moving!

Well, actually, no I don't. The telephone rang and it was my oldest daughter, Amy, calling from Minnesota! She said it was 11 degrees F. and she was trying to make my potato soup recipe from the Blog (she thought that soup was a good idea, given the outside temp). However, she was confused about the term "sweat" the onions (she thought it might be a typo). I explained it meant saut� them until the onions were soft and kinda translucent. We talked a bit about Grandma and how she's doing, etc. I told her Jake came up with an alternate potato soup recipe that kicked my recipe's butt and said I'd send it to her. She mentioned she and young Carl would try and get out to Lake Orion this summer, and I assured her that Grandma would really, really, like that.

We hung up and I looked at the clock. It was after 7:00 PM and I decided the To Do list could wait for the weekend. Hopefully, Amy will leave a comment to let me know how she and the two Carl's liked (or didn't like) the potato soup.

So, on to dinner. I reheated one of the two remaining the Blissful Rosemary Chicken roll ups (topped with the sauce) and half of the leftover Turnip Mashed Potatoes in the microwave. I put butter, salt and pepper on the Turnip Mashed potatoes and went in to watch TV. While eating dinner it occurred to me: even reheated, this stuff is GOOD!

I watched TV until about 10:30 when I started nodding off. I gave up and went to sleep.