Speaking of beavers, wonder what those critters have been up to along our riverfront this winter. No good, probably.
Funny old cards bring back memories of our grade school parties, with a sticky cupcake on a napkin and the decorated cardboard mailbox stuffed full of tiny valentines. The teacher always choose a lucky boy to be the mailman, who importantly delivered them around to each desk. Simple times, simple pleasures.
We woke up to a dusting of snow, like frosting on the cars. Soon the rain returns and this exceptionally long cold streak is over. Spring is just around the corner in Seattle.
No special plans for the day, although I hope to score some snow crab at Safeway for dinner. If not crab, steak.
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