Colder than . . .

It's colder than a dead eskimo.  It's colder than a tin toilet seat on the shady side of a glacier. It's colder than a polar bear's pajamas.  It's sub freezing around here and has not made it up to freezing in days.  I'm SO glad we have a warm dry house!!  And Hawaii seems ever more appealing.

Rum balls have been completed.  15 batches, 7. 5 cups of booze (rum, curaçao, bourbon) Now to find shipping boxes and get the addresses written up.

Today, Kyle and I are going to see "Thor."  We are currently listening to "The Iron Druid" a fantasy novel based on the premise that the gods are real, and the last druid (who runs a bookstore in Tempe Arizona and looks about 21 although he is actually 2100 years old) deals with them, (as well as with vampires and werewolves,) quite casually.  And everyone agrees that, "Thor is a real ass-hat."  It's great fun to play the two views against one another.

The move to Hawaii may well happen this year.  I am thinning down the bookshelves for a start.  Can I live without hardback Dick Francis novels?  I'll keep all my tea-cups, but may have a give-away party with the nieces and great nieces for china sets and table linens. 

Knitting has gone on.  Here's a warm double-knit helmet for my great niece Cera.  She has promised to be surprised when she gets it.  She lives in cold climate and enjoys snowmobile-ing.

(And Cera, if you don't like it, please give it to someone cold.  I promise to love you just as much.  I want to give you things you like,)