A Regular Saturday Here in Snowless Maine

We had what we now consider, a regular Saturday in January.

Before this year, a regular Saturday in January would have included:

• shutting all curtains and drapes before going to bed to help keep out the cold
• opening all taps to a slow but steady drip in a fruitless attempt to keep the pipes from freezing
• dumping anti-freeze down the two most prone-to-freeze up bathroom drains
• waking up every two hours throughout the night to flush the upstairs toilet in a fruitless attempt to keep it from freezing
• shoveling the front walk
• shoveling a path for Mac the Dog to go potty in the way back
  
• snow-blowing the luge run we call a driveway
• grocery shopping for extra supplies in preparation for the next snow storm
• filling the tank of the car, just in case
• hauling extra wood into the basement, just in case
• a lovely snowshoe in the back forty

Today, we had none of the above.
Instead, we:

• stepped onto the back deck at 6:30 and noticed it smelled like spring.
  
• had a lovely, not too cold run along the beach
  
• cleaned out the bedroom closets
• did a couple of loads of laundry
• set out some mice poison in the garage (do not ask)
• showed the cats where to hunt in the house (again, don't)
  
• grocery shopped because we could and needed to, not because we had to
  
• marinated the pork roast for tomorrow's dinner
• set up Hubby's new Christmas present
• dumped some stuff into the crock pot for tonight's dinner
• split some wood
• built a fire because we like fires, not because we need to have one to keep from freezing
  
• played the world championship ping pong tournament (and won)
• drank some wine
• read a bit of my new and very good book
• made the cheese ball for tomorrow's Patriots' Party (we'll be cheering for the Chargers)
• listened to our new obsession
  

You might think I prefer today to what is a usual winter Saturday, but I don't. I likes me a good blizzard.