Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
So many of you have cold and snow or cold and ice. It's been raining here, on and off for days and days and days . . .
Yes, we have poor drainage here at The Little House On The Swamp. It's a swamp. My son bought a pump that works well, but I have no idea how to hook it up. I'll go out to the garage to examine it on a nicer day. If I wade out to look at it today, I'll only get frustrated.
We deal with the rain as best we can.
Penelope hides from it in my closet.
I decided it was a good day to bake banana bread, which I've wanted to do for a while so I could add chocolate chips to the batter as Mitchell's beloved San Geraldo does. Everything San Geraldo makes looks yummy.
I started some music and soon enjoyed the sound of Jack's nasally whine. Meg whacked the drums.