Even though the calendar says it’s not winter yet, my chattering teeth when I went out to get the paper this morning beg to differ.  Yep, we do still get a morning paper delivered to our driveway every morning.  Some mornings I wonder why.  They keep whittling away at it and it no longer has that obnoxious smelling ink that rubs off on your hands so that even if you don’t remember what you read, you know that you really did read the paper.  No, the paper itself is not the reason we keep subscribing.  We continue to renew it because we have the most conscientious paper carrier on the planet.  On rainy days, or even the hint of rain, our paper is double-bagged in opposite directions so that when I remove the paper from the plastic bags, it remains dry and ready to keep me company while I sip my coffee next to our sunny kitchen windows.  

If you read my last post, then you know we’re not venturing out to any outdoor flea markets when the mercury dips.  Seems like our window of opportunity isn’t going to remain wide open for very long this year.   Maybe we’ll have an early spring and late summer to make up for the short fall.  Then again, maybe this weekend is just a fluke and we’ll return to our kind of weather next week.  In the meantime, I’ll enjoy my morning with the paper and the coffee and do some googling looking for new antique/vintage malls to visit in the future.  I’m sure we have only scratched the surface.