Nothing funny about feldspar

I am so not ready for winter. I know, I know. Thanksgiving is at the end of November, and that’s in the winter — no matter that the calendar says it is autumn, where we are it’s winter after October and stays winter well into March.

Today it’s snowing, and it bums me out. Having cold- and exercise-induced asthma means I do not enjoy winter sports, and so all I see before me is a house that could use a good torch er, cleaning and maybe some painting, and its really hard to paint when you can’t open the windows. Which are drafty, as is the fireplace even though the damper is closed. I think I need to move (from this chair, if not this house).

But it’s the day before Thanksgiving, and I’ve got a pumpkin pie to make, so I’ll get to warm up the house with the smell of ginger and cinnamon. I made a lazy-person’s apple butter yesterday, which tastes surprisingly yummy. I’d never done such a thing before, and my track record for recipes found on the internet is spotty, but it made the house smell good. Cinnamon and brown sugar do a lot to make the day nicer.

I’m going to go play in the kitchen.