It's been misting or raining for a couple of days here in Arizona.
Yesterday's early morning view of the fog was foreboding.
One expects to see Poe.
Or worse yet, Moriarty.
Or Sherlock and Watson striding through the streets.
"Come, Watson, the game is afoot!"
When I turned on my television set this morning a message on the screen told me service was interrupted.
Probably that means there is snow on the dish.
Sure enough, this was the view out my den window.
But the temperature is now at 34 and climbing so the snow has already begun to melt.
I see drops falling and splashing in the bird bath.
(Judy's invention is still working, by the way. Not a tad of ice in the basin.)
I've been busy in the kitchen the past couple of days, baking bread.
Actually all I do is put the ingredients in our bread machine.
It does all the work.
Nevertheless, the results are nice.
That's our standby - whole wheat studded with Craisins (cranberry & raisin).
But yesterday I tried a new one - a Parmesan pepper bread. Tasty.
For tonight's dinner I'll prepare another Smitten Kitchen recipe - Mushroom Marsala Pasta Bake.
We'll see how that turns out.
Being retired means one can just stay inside a warm house and wait these storms out.
Having grown up in North Dakota means I can say "Oh, pshaw, you don't know what a snow storm is!"
As I told my friend, Tom, in an email this morning, my biggest irritation will be having to climb up on a ladder to sweep snow off the satellite dish so we can watch television and see how folks in truly beleagured parts of the world are doing with their ice and snow and cold and floods.
Fortunately all I have to deal with is snowfall that comes infrequently and goes just as fast.
