Not much to say, but I feel like I should post something. I have learned from experience, however, that if I have photos the post(s) write themselves. Here goes…

Elder Son and GF have unpacked nearly all their books.

That is eight — count em, eight! — bookshelves. There are at least two other shorter ones, too. I had a great time scanning the shelves while I was there and wishing I had enough time to read all the books that interested me.

We had a snow- and windstorm last week. This dead tree, which I had been thinking I should have cut down, took care of itself. Happily, it missed Smokey’s convertible and the house. Sadly, the tree is too heavy for Smokey or I to move ourselves. (That little fence is so our unfriendly neighbor doesn’t have to see us when he is here in the summer.)

Smokey decided the our dogs should celebrate the season. Only Lady was patient enough to wear a hat or antlers.

Ser Percival The Energetic is here for the next month or so while Younger Son is traveling for work (India for 1-1/2 weeks in January!). Poor dog has no fur so Smokey bought him a cheapo sweater, an Ugly Christmas Sweater. He wears it all the time, even when relaxing on the bed.

Back before all the snow and winter arrived, a couple unknown dogs came to visit one day. Our dogs, confined to the deck and their poop yard, were veerrryyyy interested. And a little jealous.

Can you stand a little more doggie stuff? I have been playing with that cross stitch app a lot.

Guess who?

Knitting has been happening, too, but you will have to wait until Unraveled Wednesday to see it. Suffice to say, none of it was for me. It is the season of giving, after all.