Thursday, 9:54 am
What a lovely day. Well, not so much the sunshine part, since there isn’t any, but it’s so warm outside. I threw the windows and doors wide open this morning to let all the fresh warm air in. We’re already at 62 degrees and I’m sure it’ll be even warmer by day’s end. We’ll all enjoy it while we can. I think there’s a snow storm coming on Monday or Tuesday.
Today is clean the house day. As was yesterday. I’ve been missing in action here on the blog. Sorry about that. But it’s time for winter cleaning in preparation for the holidays. The Spic N Span soaked rags have nearly grown roots into my fingers and we’ve become one. There is something about a teeny tiny house that seems to generate more dirt than a larger house. I don’t ever remember having to work so hard at keeping a house clean before.
Terry is a nervous wreck today. She’s scared to death of The Mop. From my vantage point, it doesn’t look particularly scary, but whenever she sees it come out of the basement stairwell, she turns into a quivering mass of terror. In an effort to be sympathetic, I sent her outside. Then she stood at the back door watching me wield The Mop, trembling out there instead of in the house. Why? I have no idea. Even the vacuum cleaner doesn’t elicit that reaction from her.
Abbie, on the other hand, thinks The Mop is huge fun. It has all those strings that fly in all directions. Like a great big bug. They’re fun to chase.
Well, back to it for a while.
Oh my gosh, a pair of Winter Wrens just stopped by on the deck to pick up a couple of pieces of bread I had put out on the railing. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen them here. How utterly delightful.
We're having weather
Tuesday, 1:53 pm
We’re having weather today. It’s not very inviting out there with a steady rain falling and thick clouds in the sky. We’re getting spoiled because the weather has been drier and sunnier than usual for the past two months. Kind of like the first year I moved to this town when there was so much sunshine I could hardly get over it. Coming from Syracuse, it was almost shocking. Back there we routinely had weeks at a stretch with no sunshine. In fact, we only averaged 52 days of sunshine per year. That’s lake effect weather for you. A couple of years after I moved here, it seemed as if the weather patterns changed to mostly cloudy (or rainy) most of the time. Turns out that I moved here during a strong el niño year. This is another el niño year and the weather has, generally, been quite nice. And autumn and early winter have been warmer than usual, too.
I might have to start a fire in the stove later today, but no rush, really. I haven’t had a fire in the stove for a few days and the furnace hasn’t gone on more than a couple of times, either. With the temps ranging between the upper 40s to mid 50s—and lots of sunshine—the past few days, the house has retained heat.It’s starting to cool down today, though, and by evening there will be a nip the air. But, by the end of the week, we’ll be back up into the mid 60s. Tell me that’s not odd for the first of December in the northeast!
Saturday, 10:48 am
For you, for me.
Aren’t they beautiful?
The prices are very reasonable considering the glass used (bevel cut glass is pricey) and the amount of time required to make each one.
Looks like fine work, too.
Let the festivities begin
Friday, 6:57 pm
Today, being Black Friday, I stayed as far away from the stores as possible. Which is to say, I stayed at home. The last time I went to a mall was for the lad’s Senior Yearbook pictures and I haven’t missed going at all. Sometimes I think that seeing the Christmas decorations might be fun, but the crowds and people elbowing each other make me cringe. Have I mentioned how happy I am that there is an internet?
What a horrible name—Black Friday. For a day that is supposed to be the highlight of the retail shopping year, it’s a real downer of a name. Works for me, though.
Today Christmas music filled the house. The Renaissance strains of Chanticleer and Piffaro, The Renaissance Band. Along with a little Boston Camerata. Let the festivities begin. I think I’m already in the holiday spirit. This is going to be a good holiday and I’m looking forward to it more than I have in years. Small wonder, but there it is. I’m excited and I’m going to celebrate the heck out of Christmas this year.
Late night gab
Friday, 8:45 am
So the phone rang at 2AM last night and it was, of course, the lad wanting to say Happy Thanksgiving sort of late. Mostly he wanted to talk. He’s in New York with the family, staying across the from MoMA, I believe. Since his cell phone doesn’t work well inside, he was standing out in front of the hotel in his sweat pants, ratty old sweatshirt and a baseball cap with a fancy cigar his granddad gave him. And receiving stares from late arriving guests who probably thought he didn’t belong there. But I do believe he enjoyed that. If his father had known he was out there, he’d probably have dragged the lad in by the scruff of his neck.
We talked for about an hour. Standing out in the street of a city that never sleeps, it sounded as if he was outside during mid-day. Still vibrant at 2AM and I was the littlest bit envious. His Thanksgiving Dinner left something to be desired, but being in the city was worth it. He really does love that city. Tonight he goes to a concert with some school buddies who are coming over from Jersey. All I asked was please be careful.
Otherwise conversation turned to food. He sounds as if he is starved for real food. “You have no idea how much I can’t wait to get home for Christmas,” he said. “I hope you realize that I want...need...real food every night. Home cooking. And I want to take a cooler of frozen meals back with me. School food is horrible.”
Well, I imagine that can be arranged.
Sounds as if a few of his friends will be hanging here for a few days at some point in the vacation. I have spoken with most of them on the phone already, so they’d like to come up to meet face to face and..um...eat my home cooking. I wonder if anyone has done a study of young men to find out how many seconds pass between thoughts of food. I’m beginning to believe they think about food way more often than...you know. So, I presume things will be a little busy around here. I think I’m going to be cooking a lot. And baking. And I think I’m going to enjoy it a lot, too.
The next problem will be trying to figure out what the lad wants for Christmas. I asked and he said, “I don’t really know. I can’t think of anything.” To which I replied, “Does that mean I’m going to have to wrap underwear and socks for you to open?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t mind,” he said. And then, “How about some nice cotton sheets and pillow cases for my bed? Some nice Egyptian cotton sheets, extra long. Simon has some and I want some so bad.”
What a difference a year makes. Last year it was all video games and techno stuff. This year—nice cotton sheets. Shopping is going to be an adventure.
The ghost of...
Thursday, 12:57 am