We got out! I ventured to the end of our road on Sunday afternoon, and when I arrived back home without worry of going into the ditch / pond / over a cliff, we loaded up and made a beeline for town. Now of course, the inevitable… there wasn’t really anything to do. Black Bear is closed on Sundays. We stopped to say hi to Angie and Luca and bought some groceries and some chains for our tires and went back home.

First order of business yesterday: ship out a week’s worth of Etsy orders and swaps and go home to see family and to get Paisley. She was at my parents’ house through the Christmas chaos, and the day I had planned to drive over and get her back was the first day we were stuck here. Now she is back, and on a hunger strike because she misses the farm. I guess that wasn’t just a city thing.

She did not object to a nice bath, though.

I must admit, I feel much safer out here when she is home. On Sunday night I had myself (and Mikey) convinced that I could hear a car engine idling on the road at 2:30 in the morning when he came to bed, and we lay in the dark for fifteen minutes periodically saying “did you hear that?”… “hear what?”… “probably nothing”… to each other. Then he fell asleep, and I was wide awake for two more hours wishing for a dog on guard.

I think when we are not living in someone else’s house anymore we need to get her a playmate – she is always so sad to be taken away from all the farm dogs, especially her precious little Earl. I wonder if Mikey would go for another dog sooner than another baby. Hmmm.

Listening: Gillian in my head
(I am) Reading: The Case for Make Believe
(Hazel is) Reading: Miss Rumphius – 37 cents on consignment!
Working on: blue & gold blanket; batch of mailers; batch of earrings; baby gift