I was going to sit here and give you the history of egg nog, but I really don't have the desire to do that, so never mind.
I'm sitting here writing this on Saturday, December 27. Yesterday it was 65 degrees here. I was running around town with short sleeves and no coat on. Currently, it is 28 degrees and it is snowing. It looks like I'm sitting in a snow globe. Please don't turn me upside down!
The holidays are a time for reflection and togetherness. Christmas is always a bit of a hectic time for me. Lots of shopping at the last minute (of course) and the feeling as if there is always wrapping paper pieces or tinsel on the freshly vacuumed carpet. I think I have vacuumed every other day since the week prior to Christmas.
Today I began deconstructing my Christmas tree in preparation for a New Year's gathering. And while I welcome the space that is going to return, I am somewhat saddened. My living room has become "bare" once again - or at least bare after the decorations that were up. The decorations coming will be the friends and family that I've invited over for New Years Eve. It should be a good time.
I'll cut my blog short today to wish each and every one of my readers a Happy New Year and that I hope your Christmas was wonderful!
In the meantime, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Just Call Me Trinity
As many of you know, Brian has been gone since last Sunday on a cruise. In his absence, I've been getting his mail, the paper, etc. The adventures I have had since Sunday have made this much more than a "just getting the mil" situation. After he left, the temperature dropped like a rock, it has snowed and iced over. The woods around his house look very pretty.
But the road he lives on is an entirely different story. Once you turn off the main road, it becomes this icy downward-sloping mess. Then there is the part about coasting onto the lane that leads to his house.
The other night, I went out after work to collect the mail and the paper and coasted into the drive. I stopped the car, and hopped out, then very very slowly I made my way to the mailbox, attempting not to fall into the ravine that is just beyond the mailbox.
This is where the problem began.
I stepped close to the mailbox and started slipping. Somehow, and I have no idea how, I did this Matrix-like, gymnastic backwards fall. In my head it was very graceful and there was no swearing involved. I'm sure it looked way less graceful and happened in mere moments. I landed with my left arm behind me and my hand planted on the ground, pretty much jamming my entire body weight into my left arm and down onto my wrist.
At this point, the swearing wasn't just in my head, it was very loud raucous. Then came the real conundrum: how to get up without 1)falling down into the ravine, and 2) falling into the freshly fallen snow. I have no idea exactly how I got up, but I did.
Then came the issue of getting my car up that tiny little icy incline. You'd think that having done this many times that I'd be a pro. Oh no. Since the gymnastics event at the mailbox, I have had to back my car up the incline and use the momentum to get up the hill. I used this technique today (and so did my Dad) getting both the van and his car up the hill.
Today as I write this, the temperature is 10 and there's a wind chill advisory. I have spoken with Brian and have gotten the explicit instructions to get the van as hot as it can go the last 10 minutes of my drive. I can't wait. A rolling sauna.
Keep warm! And keep the Matrix on your TV.
But the road he lives on is an entirely different story. Once you turn off the main road, it becomes this icy downward-sloping mess. Then there is the part about coasting onto the lane that leads to his house.
The other night, I went out after work to collect the mail and the paper and coasted into the drive. I stopped the car, and hopped out, then very very slowly I made my way to the mailbox, attempting not to fall into the ravine that is just beyond the mailbox.
This is where the problem began.
I stepped close to the mailbox and started slipping. Somehow, and I have no idea how, I did this Matrix-like, gymnastic backwards fall. In my head it was very graceful and there was no swearing involved. I'm sure it looked way less graceful and happened in mere moments. I landed with my left arm behind me and my hand planted on the ground, pretty much jamming my entire body weight into my left arm and down onto my wrist.
At this point, the swearing wasn't just in my head, it was very loud raucous. Then came the real conundrum: how to get up without 1)falling down into the ravine, and 2) falling into the freshly fallen snow. I have no idea exactly how I got up, but I did.
Then came the issue of getting my car up that tiny little icy incline. You'd think that having done this many times that I'd be a pro. Oh no. Since the gymnastics event at the mailbox, I have had to back my car up the incline and use the momentum to get up the hill. I used this technique today (and so did my Dad) getting both the van and his car up the hill.
Today as I write this, the temperature is 10 and there's a wind chill advisory. I have spoken with Brian and have gotten the explicit instructions to get the van as hot as it can go the last 10 minutes of my drive. I can't wait. A rolling sauna.
Keep warm! And keep the Matrix on your TV.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Random thoughts on a Sunday
I apologize for not having posted in some time. With my schedule being how it is and a promotion to Assistant Supervisor at work, I haven't really had time to even think about a blog, much less think about what I wanted to post.
This morning when I woke up it was 57 outside, which is unheard of in December in Kansas. Wendy called me to see if I wanted her to pick me up at church (she was already on the way) and gave me a report of the rapidly falling temperature while she drove. When she got to my apartment, it was 33 and by the time we left church, it was 27. We had a wind advisory yesterday and today we're now close to a wind chill advisory. Tonight, the low is supposed to be 9. Yes, friends, I said 9. Imagine my excitement. Now I don't mind winter - I love snow and cold. But 9?! That's when you walk out and your face immediately freezes. I don't mind the cold, I just don't like BEING cold.
This afternoon, we have a festival of carols and there's supposed to be caroling afterward in the surrounding neighborhood of the church. I'm thinking....too cold. Yeah, I'm being a bit of a wuss, but I do have to think about Carnegie Hall and try not to lose my voice. I've been very very fortunate this year to not have a cold. (I just said it, now that means I'll get one.)
Anyway, I probably should wrap this up because Wendy is in my kitchen, doing dishes. (She's nesting at my house.)
Happy Holidays!
This morning when I woke up it was 57 outside, which is unheard of in December in Kansas. Wendy called me to see if I wanted her to pick me up at church (she was already on the way) and gave me a report of the rapidly falling temperature while she drove. When she got to my apartment, it was 33 and by the time we left church, it was 27. We had a wind advisory yesterday and today we're now close to a wind chill advisory. Tonight, the low is supposed to be 9. Yes, friends, I said 9. Imagine my excitement. Now I don't mind winter - I love snow and cold. But 9?! That's when you walk out and your face immediately freezes. I don't mind the cold, I just don't like BEING cold.
This afternoon, we have a festival of carols and there's supposed to be caroling afterward in the surrounding neighborhood of the church. I'm thinking....too cold. Yeah, I'm being a bit of a wuss, but I do have to think about Carnegie Hall and try not to lose my voice. I've been very very fortunate this year to not have a cold. (I just said it, now that means I'll get one.)
Anyway, I probably should wrap this up because Wendy is in my kitchen, doing dishes. (She's nesting at my house.)
Happy Holidays!
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