Tuesday-9:30am

Good Morning!  

I didn't think I'd even be able to post today.  For several days Blogger would not let me add photos, but apparently has changed its mind.  I will keep my fingers crossed that everything else works and here goes...

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The closest I got to what I am drinking for T Stands For Tuesday is the coffee pot on the countertop--LOL!

There's no 50 Shades of Gray at my place.  

It's 50 Shades of Red--LOL! 

I know they don't match, but I don't care.  I am loving all the red accents.  :)

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McFamily was over Saturday.

Before pics.   

The old end table went with them, too.  There were sure a lot of cords and electronics relocate. 

Mr. Ian was laughing at Gramma... 

...while he chomped on his chew toy. 

Karma was not amused. 

She is really not sure what to think of this little creature and keeps her distance.  Karma believes he's noisy-wiggly-harmless, but keeps an eye on him just the same. 

She's totally unaware of the range of Ian's future threat potential.  Just wait till he's mobile--LOL! 

After photos. 

Believe it or not, this triple dresser is filled almost entirely with card-making and letter-writing paper and supplies.

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The new TV set-up! 

Now I have room to keep the taboret against the wall, too, instead of under the art table or out in the room.  Nice!  Because now that I can't move my craft table by myself (since repaired, if you recall), I don't keep one chair tucked behind the table there by the window and need to keep a chair at the art table at all times...so the taboret has been perpetually out in the room and in the way.  Now it has its own little spot.  Things like that delight me.  :)

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But the really exciting news that I wanted to blog about since Friday is that my Secret Cashwise Santa has struck again!!  Cashwise delivered the anonymous gift card Thursday night.  I can't help but wonder...who she is??  (I did call Cashwise that first year and they told me it was called in and "she" called back to make sure the card was delivered).  But this angel wants to remain a mystery.  I am so grateful that it is difficult to put into words.  Whoever you are, you have made my Christmas once again and I send you love and virtual bear hugs!!  Miss Karma thanks you, too, as the cat food larder will be expanded, also, of course--LOL!  :):)  

Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!

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It's a pale grey blanketed day.  We had rain all weekend--yes, it was warm enough to rain for a few days.  Then the temps plunged back down and yesterday there was ice everywhere.  The main roads were probably not too bad by the afternoon--but the side streets, driveways, parking lots, and sidewalks were ice covered.   I was going to go over to Leah's yesterday to help work on the Christmas project she's working on but we talked it over and I decided to wait until tomorrow.  (Caroline comes this afternoon.)

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That little old Paseo is just so light that it doesn't want to stop when the roads are slippery and keeps gliding along for a while even when you are pumping the brakes.  Needless to say I drive very slowly and cautiously in that car in the winter...or even in the rain, for that matter.  And this hobbling Gramma doesn't want to fall on the ice, either.  Even though Leah kindly offered to come out and walk with me up the driveway if I decided to brave it, I passed.

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So, that's what's happening up here in Fargo.  We've dropped into the single digits and teens.  Those few warm days melted what little snow we had so it is brown and crispy outside with ice frosting.  Karma and I are snuggled up warm inside, though.  I am absolutely loving my apartment's red facelift.  Hopefully I will make it over to see McFamily tomorrow.  Caroline will be here.  (Can hardly wait to show her the facelift and tell her about Secret Santa!)  Blogger appears to be working again for me.  Life is very, very good!  Have a super week!  :):)

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   “No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another. Good example is followed. A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees.” 

Amelia Earhart