The Weather Outside is Frightful

Just before I sat down to write this, I looked at the temperature: 17°F with a windchill of 9°F. Yes, compared to you foul weather folks, we are panty waists here. Snow is falling fast, and it would be accumulating if the wind weren't blowing so hard.

I was out feeding the birds earlier, poor things. Honestly, I don't know how little birdies survive, and since I've been feeding them this winter, they sit in rows looking in the window crying their little birdy eyes out and filling out their advance directives. When I can't take it any more, I fill the feeders, as I did this morning. 

Also this morning I needed to check in with my primary care doctor for some lab work. Read that: Bloodsucking. I drank a lot of water yesterday in preparation. In old age, my veins have shrunken until they are difficult to find for all but the most experienced of phlebotomists. Too bad the rest of my body hasn't shrunken along with my veins. And don't say a word about the extra padding between the phlebotomist and my veins. I'm warning you.

Anyway, yesterday was almost a complete waste of a perfectly good day at home. I spent the day sleeping off my muscle relaxants and pain medication while resting my shoulder on my heating pad. The only worthwhile thing I did all day was to bake a black bottom peanut butter pie at Mike's behest. We went to see Gravity last weekend, but we ate out ahead of time. The restaurant served peanut butter black bottom pie, and if we hadn't been so full from dinner, we probably would have ordered some. Mike would have, anyway. I'm not much of a peanut butter fan myself. Except for PBJ's. The best sandwich ever, in my humble opinion.

So to get back to the pie, it doesn't photograph very well because it's really just a heap of whipped up cream with some peanut butter mixed in.

In fact, I'd be so bold as to say right here and now that black bottom peanut butter pie is pretty much 80% fat and 20% sugar. Definitely not intended for someone watching what they eat. Unless by "watching" you mean actually watching, like when I kept opening the refrigerator door to see if it was set up yet. In that way, I was definitely watching it.

I did absolutely no sewing, no housework, nothing beyond emptying the dishwasher so I could clean up the mess made while creating the pie. Today hasn't been much better, although I did go to the grocery store to stock up on food for the next few days. We've been promised a virtual snowpocalypse, which generally falls into the realm of 1-3 inches here in Portland. We know what to do when it snows, but we don't much like doing it, and the city pretty much grinds to a halt once the flakes start flying.

So that's where I am today. My shoulder is completely recovered after my day of sloth yesterday. I have a few things to do on the computer, but then I really AM going to do some sewing. I'll be starting on sewing together the top for Matthew's Intel Underneath quilt, but I won't finish it today. I'm still mulling over what to do about the back, but my intent is to use of the fabric left over from the front.

I hope it's a little warmer in your neck of the woods because it's pretty effing cold here...definitely among the coldest days I've seen in 36 years of living in the Portland suburbs.