The snow is heavy this afternoon. No one is going anywhere. And I’m going to sew until the Big Game (New England Patriots vs. Denver Broncos) at 3:00.

We are praying for the power to stay on.

Halftime food? Pork tacos. I might bake a coffee cake.

There’s a new kid in town:

Meet the little Janome purchased for daughter Nancy after she announced she wanted to learn how to make a quilt. She had her first lesson yesterday and triumphantly took the machine home with her. She is having her own “Snow Day Sew Day” at her apartment. I sent her off with plenty of thread and filled bobbins, so she should be all set.

Our basement project is finally finished, as of yesterday. Banjo Man is filled with joy. He and Nancy put the treadmill and the beds in place. The tv’s are back on the walls. And all is right with the world.

I need to buy a pretty runner. We’re making do right now. That box in the corner is a high-powered heater.

New floor, new ceiling, new walls, new closet, new trim…oh, are we happy! My great grandmother’s table makes for a great place to unload bags of groceries. Banjo Man may even decide to eat breakfast there while I am on the treadmill each morning. It’s a lovely space and we are thrilled to have it finished.

It only took 35 years…but who’s counting?