It's gotta go.

When I bought the studio, there wasn't much in it.  There was an old piano, and a nasty refrigerator, a wringer washing machine, and a Kalamazoo stove.
The piano and the fridge are gone, the washing machine is on the porch, and the Kalamazoo is in the old kitchen.
But I have decided to let it go.  It is a great old stove, and it really should be used, not just sit in the corner and be used as a catch all.

 This is not how it usually looks, I cleaned all the junk off it for this picture.  It is is great shape, no scratches, no dings, all the pieces parts are there.

If I had a log cabin somewhere in the woods, I would keep it.  I can see it cranking out the heat, and biscuits coming out of the oven.
But I don't, and a cabin isn't in my future.  At least, I don't think it is.
So it is for sale.  I just put it on Craig's List and on Ebay.  We'll see what happens.

52 hours after they arrived, the kids have gone home.  I came home and had a glass of wine before dinner.
I would have a second one, but I know it would put me to sleep.  I am such a cheap date.
I am going to knit a little and watch J-Lo have her melt down on American Idol.  Hey, it's good for ratings.
Tomorrow we are expecting another storm.  Hallelujah.
Spring is coming, no matter what.
You can't fool me.