Thankful

For so many things. This is a picture of my old Jeep. Bill sold it to a friend's son for $750. This is a picture of it now that I got from the 17-year-old kid's website. He is so proud of this Jeep. Just look how shiny he has kept it. I'm sure the kid paid for it himself. It had to stay at Bill's house for several weeks because the kid was not old enough to get a driver's license.

Today, I crawled out of my warm bed around 8:30. It was 10 degrees outside and 41 degrees in my living room. The bathroom and kitchen were warm because I have oil heaters in those rooms. I left the water running last night so no pipes froze. Yes, there is a lot to be thankful for. Within a few minutes after I turned on the wall heater, it was nice and toasty in all rooms of the old house.

Today, I am working on a baby blanket. Since I am crocheting it, I can just sit here working on it with my electric throw keeping me warm.

I made some rice for lunch. You know, when you live alone, you can pretty much do what you want. There was a time when I couldn't get away with having only rice for lunch.

I am mainly just sitting here watching old movies. There are no good new ones out anymore, but I do enjoy several of the old ones, especially sports movies. I think that is because they don't use as many profanities.

Kimberley posted the greatest video of the grandkids this last weekend. I wish I could have somehow stolen it and got it on my blog. Lex had on a blue prom dress that belonged to Kimberley when she was in high school, and Seth was so handsome with a shirt, tie, and slacks.

It's snowing in Oklahoma, and I'm channeling the weatherman skills of the late, great Clayton. Apparently, whatever Tulsa is experiencing today, my humble abode will be mimicking tomorrow. Fingers crossed Clayton is wrong this time. On the other hand, Fleta says that if it gets too chilly, the snow won't come. It looks like I'm relying on the meteorological wisdom of the dearly departed and a really old woman.

I ventured forth to dispose of the trash  but Betty's sane  advice to bundle up fell on deaf ears. I simply slipped on my shoes and dashed out, as the trash can was but a stone's throw away. I forgot to express my gratitude to Betty, given the chilly 15°F temperature. If I Should  have fallen and found myself unable to get up, I'd have been in a world of trouble quicker than you can say "frostbite." A sensible person might think, "Time to put on a coat," but I'm contemplating skipping the chore altogether - after all, the frigid forecast suggests Mother Nature may spare me the task and take me soon.