Things sure can change quickly! That "skiff" of snow turned into about 3 inches of sloppy, heavy, wet snow. I would have waited for a warm up to remove it, but I damaged a prong on one of my rings -- the one that's too tight to remove -- so I needed to go into town to have it cut off before the stone fell out. Hope that's the last time I have to shovel this spring.
The ring -- my ruby birthstone, surrounded by little diamonds -- was the first piece of "good" jewelry that I ever owned. I bought it in the 1980s and made payments for 18 months when I was too poor to even think about buying anything that expensive.
It had to be cut off because I had it sized tightly so it wouldn't spin around. Despite all my friends' helpful hints and those at the jewelry store, I knew cutting it was the only option. Not only because I used to sell fine jewelry, but because even the folks at University Hospitals in Iowa City couldn't remove it in one piece. I got my surgeon to overrule the nurse who thought she was going to cut it off; we just wrapped my finger so it wouldn't swell during surgery or recovery. It's been at least 10 years since that ring came off on its own.
The sweet little cat is still here. Unfortunately, it desperately wants to be inside, either the house or the garage would do. I don't want cat tracks on my car, so the garage is out. Since No. 1 arches and spits when my dogs go out, the house is also not an option. Good news: it's not totally declawed. As I tried to break up a squabble between it and the dogs, I got a big puncture wound in my hand. No. 1 has some serious defensive abilities after all.
More good news: The kitchen mouse is no more.