Pictures with some captions

A week or so ago I convinced Laura she needed a new coat. The kid is so cheap, or resistant, she won't entertain new, even with four inches of wrists exuding from the  old coat. I finally drug her into Burlington, and walked behind her, carrying an assortment of Michelin Man coats, all black.

Suddenly she ducked through two racks, across two aisles, and wrapped her arms around the coat currently on her back. This coat matches nothing in my mental repertoire of potential Laura garments. It was "it", the one she wanted, no questions, no doubt. Thank goodness it fit. It's the color of my dad's army blankets, and apparently as warm.

Outside Kreiger's, our grocery, for a week's shopping. Kreiger's is a fascinating store, in the same family for sixty years, fresh vegetables, fruit and meats all year around. Check them on Facebook; you will smile.

The pies on the top shelf are Amish made. I'm here to admire the cheese cake. The best selection is the middle shelf, right, with six different kinds. Laura will have this for her birthday cake, please.

It's caramel apple season, of course. Kreiger's are made with pecans, not peanuts. 

A week's worth of grub in the basket. We meet at the checkout; she fill's the basket, I put the card in the machine.

We stopped at my sister's studio. Jake-O is four months old. There is no possibility of taking a still.

There was frost on the deck yesterday morning, but not so interesting as the pictures that froze in the wood, a year ago. This is water on top of the wood.

From my gym session this morning. Kris calls this apparatus the T-Rex. I just follow her around and do what I'm told. This is her ingenious way of doing nothing with my left arm; she has one grip laced through the other and secured, and I did the routine using my right arm. I could look like half a Bluto in a few more months.

My left shoulder has succumbed to degenerative osteoarthritis, and simply is too painful to use.  It's part of the reason I picked flying to Wisconsin for Christmas. About Chicago my shoulder would rebel at changing lanes. I'm working through the protocol for a solution, short of a new shoulder. Not doing that.