Almost Snowed In

Able to get out, with 4-wheel drive, to the grocery, by late afternoon.

Out Foxing The Snow Storm

In Minocqua for a visit and a few projects. Winter storm warning for tomorrow, so travelled today.

First project—group effort to set up the new air hockey table.

Detectorists Special…

…viewed with friends, B and C, in St Charles.

Rain Day

Reading, ‘riting, and ‘rithmetic (programming practice). And a little work on the dory.

Below bottom planks, stem and stern.

A Day At The Office…

…that would be Bri’s new Formlabs office in downtown Milwaukee. Amazing work environment…and kids play place.

Board meeting

Chilly Bike Ride…

…but still good to get out.

Busy at the bird feeder. Had to refill it twice.

All Set Up…

…and ready to go…

For next project. A three-boat kit, moving from easy to semi-difficult. Boat one, a plywood dory. Boat two, a lapstrake Norwegian pram. Boat three, a plank on frame Muscongus Bay lobster smack, also known as a Friendship Sloop, one of my favorite boats. This could be a fun learning curve to follow. (I really enjoyed last year’s Chesapeake Bay skipjack, which had a steep curve.)

A light dusting of snow last night.

Physical Therapy…

…followed by a meeting with the radical old democrats. Both a little painful, but probably worthwhile in the end.

Juniper

Colder, and windy.

More Coding Fun

Using the Swift programming language and a learning supplement called Playground.

Learning to use commands, functions, loops, and conditionals…so far. In the shot above I used a loop to execute an if-then-else conditional to move the character up and forward and to toggle on any switches that were set to off (a condition that varied).
Rather addicting. And now on to the Sphero Bolt robot!
BTW, Swift can control the Bolt (at a rather advanced point in the learning curve).

Ticket To Ride

Spring-like day. Knee able to make a full revolution. Fun to actually get rolling.

Mobility. Although the big bike is still out of reach.

With Irene…

…for lunch and viewing of the new watery Avatar.

Quick review: extravagant, excessively violent, overdone, and overlong.

Lunch was good.

Drab and Dreary…

…weather, fit only for filling the bird feeder. Good day for reading.

Sage

Another In The Series Of…

…mundane, get-out-of-the-house mini adventures.

Felt a bit like a trip in an alternate universe. Destination: Aztelan Bar and Grill, just a mile north of the ancient mound site of the same name. With the sun breaking out, the landscape seemed unfamiliar. And the bar…I expected a little rustic place with maybe a few farmers holding down the bar stools. Instead, a rustic place with a huge interior noisily jam-packed with all kinds of people. And this in the middle of nowhere. The sandwiches were okay, but I didn’t much like the Bloody Mary.

Cappuccino at SweetSpot…

…on Arboretum business, although results may be indiscernible.

Viburnum on Arborvitae

Still gray, but below freezing. Filled the bird feeder three times.

Back To The Fitness Center…

…when able to stop watching Republican dysfunction in the House.

A little light snow, some remaining. Bird feeder busy.

Dark Clouds…

…with continued fog, mist, and drizzle. Thermometer hovering at the freezing mark.

Breakfast with Tom and Mary, who are continuing to enthusiastically sell Tig. After that, a trip to the dentist. Not sure how to add it all up.

Dismal Weather…

…fog, drizzle, rain, and chill.

In the sad news department, our old friend Rosemary (the shrubby herb) who has been with us for many years was moved out to the compost heap.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

A Little More Light?

Seems to be. Chilly and damp, just above freezing.

With a few returns, on past the holidays, and looking toward spring.

Moved The Iceboats

…today’s primary activity. From VI’s yard up to Antler Circle, much closer to the action.

Pickled Herring…

…pigs in a blanket, and quite delicious custom, handmade pizza from a one-man tiny shop that somehow survives among the chains. That’s our New Year’s.

Above, cockspur hawthorn warding off any and all evil spirits thinking about poking their noses into 2023.

One of today’s tasks, cleaning up from the explosion of a six pack of seltzer inadvertently left in the garage last week.