It's day 11 of snow/ice. I've had about enough of it, thank-you. Warmer temperatures are supposedly on the way. By the end of the week, we'll be in the 60s, they say.
Friday of last week was my day to see after Roscoe while his family was away. I went over at 7 a.m. to let him out. The temperature was in the teens. Roscoe did his business and came back inside the house without too much argument. I did not make him go back in his kennel. At 12:30, I went back to let him out again. In my absence, he had helped himself to several single-serving bags of potato chips from a box on the counter. I let him outside and cleaned up the mess. He would not come back inside this time. I spent THREE HOURS trying to lure him back into the house without success. Dog snacks, Funyums, cheese . . . nothing worked. Every time I approached him to grab his collar, he would run. I called The Husband on his way home from work and asked him to stop by to help. When he arrived, I came home and left them to it. It took him another 30 minutes to coax the big idiot dog into the house. We were so glad when Roscoe's family came home Sunday.
I did very little crafting during the Roscoe duty days. Just couldn't get my head into it. Nothing came out like I wanted. My sewing room table is half covered with failed resin experiments and wobbly wire formations. My 2nd resin bottle is almost empty, and there's little to show for it. Yesterday, 8 more bottles arrived. I'm hoping - nay, expecting - to know what I'm doing by the time I open that last bottle.
This morning, I painted Valentines. Granddaughter #1, away at college, gets a heart pendant tucked into hers.
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