No great news

I should tell you stories about my mom.  One day in late winter my mom went outside to talk to the neighbor but didn't come back for a long time.  My parents got a dog that was  rather large puppy and all black.  Turned out after he grew up that he was a cross of a Saint bernard and a black lab, black color with st Bernard  temperament. A big loving playful  dog. This dog delayed my mother by rolling knocking her down and rolling her around in the snow, the more he aged, the more she laughed and couldn't get up. When she finally came in she was covered in snow and still laughing. 

One of the times she was in the hospital we stopped and got her breakfast and donuts with all the layout to make it fancy.  She started to laugh and the nursing staff thought she was getting hysterical, came on the double just to see her all happy and enjoying her breakfast. 

During on visit we decided to pull an all nighter, which excluded a trip to an Embers, where we sat with friends enjoying the chatter.  

Finally writing

Been busy and couldn't think of anything to say. Fell last week on the ice under the snow, messed up my knee. The cool part was two passing cars stopped to help me up, had to crawl past the ice before I tried to get up.  My neighbor took care of the snow and I had a brace for my leg so I  have been wearing it since. 

When I get up in the morning go to get the coffee started, I look out the window at the neighbor's roof.  I remember having to get the torch to thaw out the galvanized pipes at the farm so we could have water.  Old farm house was not insulated and had single layer glass in the windows, the frost would get almost 3/8ths of an inch thick. If you wanted to see out you'd blow on the window till the frost became clear enough to see through.  

Heating with wood means having to get up in the night to fill the furnace which is no fun. Hate getting out of bed in the middle of the night.