Scott was kind enough to come over and help us blow the drip-line system out for the winter: we never have had to do that, since our old sprinkler system was below ground. It takes a compressor and a connector to the lines at the water source. I shut down and drained the waterfall, turned off the main pump, installed the pond floating heater that keeps a vital hole in the ice…and of course it’s going to hit 62 today. But that’s ok. WE’re back in the icebox by Friday.

Our unexpected snow wilted all the trees, but we’re still getting a lot of fall color. The burning bushes (a type) are brilliant magenta and the dogwoods are a bronzy brown with hints of red. And a few birds are back. We installed a feeder, and we are finally getting a little action there: birds had fled the monster arctic front. But we have some that winter-over here, and we may be getting them back. There’s a pair of doves and their last-hatch we’re supporting. I like to hear their song in the summer: reminds me of Oklahoma and gran’s farm, where they were a constant presence.

Jane’s had a sore back since the last treatment, but says it’s improving. I’m continuing to be able to use both legs equally, which is splendid! I go up and down stairs securely.

Meanwhile I’ve moved the paper shredder into the kitchen. We switched from Comcast to fiber-optic CenturyLink internet, and they had to be able to work in the office—so we put the whole office in boxes, and we are being very critical of what we let back INTO the office. We’ve moved the giant L desk around, and now actually have clear floor space. I’d like to keep it that way. So we are shredding old sunsetted records and generally getting more space in the files. It’s been a horror in there, and now looks clean and neat. The boxes stacked in the hall—not so much.

Meanwhile, working away on the book.