I'm sitting here trying to start this blog and thinking how eloquent and dutiful John Adams was in his writings. I've just spent the morning reading about our country's history of all things. Somehow my maturity, plus my recent change of residence, has spiked my interest in how our great United States began. It's a shame how those college professors bored me to sleep in history class. I wonder if I could stay awake today or if it's best that I study on my own turf and in my own time. Anyway, just a thought, wish I could write like John Adams.

Speaking of reading, I wish I could take my book outside but the temps won't allow it. Still in the 20's at 11:00am but you wouldn't know it by looking. It's just gorgeous outside. The chickadees keep swooping down to the feeder and back to the pine tree. A red squirrel has been on the deck looking for breakfast and of course those pesky crows keep calling each other thru our backyard. Seems to me they are saying VAAALL, VAAALL, VAAALL, instead of CAWWW CAWWW CAAW.

I'm "stuck" at the house today. It's not all that bad. I love my sanctuary. Michael had to take his truck in to the truck hospital last night. He has been hesitant to repair a (uv)???? joint, so he thought. I think that's what he called it. But yesterday, (really I heard it this weekend) this horrible cranking, creaking noise continued all the way to his workplace and home again and he thought it best to get that checked out and fixed. He now thinks it's something to do with bearings (????). What do I know? But the truck is being fixed and he took my car to work. It's just as well because I'm having an urge to visit a new quilt shop in Pittsfield. I really don't need anything more than a thimble but can't resist all the pretty fabric.

One more funny thing before I close for today. Last night, while I was fixing dinner, Michael was reading the paper and asked me , "Do you ever listen to me?" I thought that was a funny thing to ask. I responded with a humorous, "sometimes". He then pointed to a plumbing thingy you have in the tank of the toilet and asked me "where's the floater on that?" I pointed to it and he responded with, "by golly, you do listen to me. You are so smart!" You see we had to, oops, I should say, he had to repair the toilet a week or so ago. I had the sense to turn the water off at the back of the toilet in the morning when it wouldn't stop running. I knew we didn't want the pump for our well to break. He came home that night and taught me all the names of the stuff inside the tank. I'm used to the floater being a large ball on the right side of the tank but he had a different contraption with the floater all together with the rest of the stuff on the left. You can see by this how much info I retained. I just remembered where the floater was, not what any of that stuff was called. It doesn't really matter, just that he thinks I listen and that I'm smart. And what really matters is that he is so loving and encouraging.