...everyday, it seems. And the size of the drops - like golf balls at times. We've had gusts up to 50 miles an hour in some parts of the state, but I don't think necessarily at my house. It's been gusty, howling even, but I don't think as high as 50 miles per hour. The stalls are soggy, portions of my gardens are flooded, and it's cold. Cold for us means 60-63 in the house and quite a bit colder outside, but nowhere near what so many of you have to face in the winter.
All of this meant that the weekend was pretty much spent indoors. I did run out and frequently check on Allie who is due any time now, but beyond pulling a few weeds and watering in the greenhouse, gardening consisted mostly of scowling at my beds and thinking, "Everything is going to drown."
I did work on my sadly neglected patchwork quilt, took a long nap, and considered pickling and crystallizing ginger - considered, didn't actually do. Other than that, I accomplished nothing this weekend - driving kids to a couple of activities, a little bit of laundry, and some piece work. That's it.
Oh, and taxes and FAFSAs and scholarships - none of which got all the way done. Very frustrating and head hurting - and apparently, so unpleasant, the tasks and hours of work I spent on it are hidden from my memory - because I didn't remember them until the end of this entry.