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gracie is really on ice. we are not. just the unrelieved gray sky flatness. planting tulip and daffodil bulbs is the only revenge. i begin to understand the yankee thing. if one is alone too long one makes up stuff to do. to do that ya save everything for another possible project. maybe i will make something from empty rx bottles, those ribbons from candy boxes, lint from the dryer. then it all stacks up. piles and piles of maybe-one-day. if it weren't for the dogs, i would never get out from under all this stuff.