Wild ice! Something rarely seen here. In Florida we have domesticated ice--it comes in regular cubes or half moons, from indoor freezers. Not this free-form style, outside.
It almost feels like we've been on a vacation. Saying things like "It's a good time of year to go out in the kayaks, but it's too cold right now." Wearing sweatshirts and hats and jackets. Things are familiar, but strange.
So that does mean spending time indoors (usually summer is our indoor time). I've started on my first resolution--The Gryiffindor Reading Room. I want to get that lady's writing table out of Chez Wicca. Then I can move the small floor loom that's in the living room out there and actually use it. I can't where it is--I've tried once, and the cats chewed up my weaving. I've thought about re-homing it, but it's smaller than my big one and doesn't put as much stress on the weaving threads so it would be good for using my handspun. Of course, then we'll have to build a cat tree to replace it because it's popular as a cat hangout now. That's another project.
So the table will (hopefully) be moved to the guest room. That's a bit of a challenge--right now, it holds a bed, a office armoire, my big floor loom, a table for the squirrel cage, and six bookshelves. The only way to fit it in is to lose one of the bookshelves, which means (gasp!) rehoming some books.
I've managed to clear off two shelves' worth--but that may be temporary. Before they go to the Friends of the Library, I have to let Bob look them over and I bet a bunch of them are going to go right back on the shelf--he's sentimental too.
Even if I don't get to move out a bookshelf, at least they'll be dusted and a bit more organized. That's something, isn't it?