Firewood and Old Biddies

I think being on Pinterest too much is going to make my head explode. I'm at the library. Three old women were all trying to use the computer next to me at the same time, chattering away the whole time with no regard for anyone around them. The oldest one kept losing the library card. The younger one kept trying to explain to the other two how the Internet works. It was kinda funny in a sit-com sort of way. I can just see the Golden Girls doing an episode like that.  We need a version of the Big Bang Theory where all the leading characters are over 50.

I think spring is on the way. The birds in the yard are building nests. I saw a raven carrying a twig and a dove carrying straw. And the male quail are chasing the female quail around the yard. It's still cold enough to need firewood at night though. So far we've gotten by with free firewood. I'm just hoping it lasts until the cold weather quits freezing the yard up.Give it six months and I'll be whining about how horribly hot it is. I'm really not sure I'm a desert person. A dessert person maybe. Pass the cake.

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If Heather drew this she was 8 at the time. If Tiffany drew it she was 6.
 

I feel like a pioneer woman chopping kindling and building a fire every morning, noon and night. Knitting warm clothing, making bird feeders out of gourds, adding to my compost pile, and shooting arrows. Looks like I’ll be taking a gun class next. My boyfriend keeps trying to talk me into it, and then our landlady came by today and said she just took it. It’s an NRA class called Women on Target. I never in a million years would have thought of taking a class like that, but it seems the universe is conspiring against me. Maybe I’ll meet some people at least. And maybe it will lead to me joining S.A.S.S. some day so I can do old west reenactments.