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It is snowing and snowing and snowing. Very un-Seattle. I realized around 11 last night that 65th coming down from Phinney Ridge was too good a sledding hill for people not to be taking advantage of it's closure. Maybe 30 people up there, drinking and sledding. A black dog caught a large rat and displayed it proudly to anyone it could get near.
Inner tubes seem to work best followed by frappaccinno bottle shaped plastic signage. Snowboards and skis also work well, but disks and anything plastic and sled shapped down really cut it. I wish I had the awesome wooden toboggan from my childhood. It steered well.
The Dray is currently offering a very nice sour ale by the name of Cascade Mouton Rouge. The fact that I like it means that it tastes a little like sucking on a copper pipe and not at all like beer. I think perhaps my dislike of the flavour of both yeast and hops must be detrimental to my hope to spend less that $5 a pint on anything. But it was delicious.
I've been bored witless sitting inside watching television. I made extremely good lamb stew and thought about baking, but realized that I would have to eat all of whatever I made by myself. Pies and cakes are good, but good enough to entice me to eat several pounds of them. Honey cake is probably in my future though. It'll keep the kitchen warm for a bit and let me finally break open my 5 pound bottle of cheap supermarket honey which has been lounging at the top of one of my cupboards for far too long. Sewing loses it's appeal rather quickly when there's no one to talk to while you do it. Present wrapping loses it's appeal when there's nothing left to wrap. Cleaning loses it's appeal once the dishes are done.
I walked down to downtown Ballard. People look at me funny because I am wearing a skirt, but I can fit more layers under a skirt than they can under their fancy jeans so I am secretly laughing at them. I am warm and they are stupid to think denim was ever meant to insulate.
I haven't received mail in four days. Does the post office not deliver things that it thinks are unimportant once the weather gets abnormal?
More to the point, why is everyone driving around when it's much safer to either walk places or stay home?
Inner tubes seem to work best followed by frappaccinno bottle shaped plastic signage. Snowboards and skis also work well, but disks and anything plastic and sled shapped down really cut it. I wish I had the awesome wooden toboggan from my childhood. It steered well.
The Dray is currently offering a very nice sour ale by the name of Cascade Mouton Rouge. The fact that I like it means that it tastes a little like sucking on a copper pipe and not at all like beer. I think perhaps my dislike of the flavour of both yeast and hops must be detrimental to my hope to spend less that $5 a pint on anything. But it was delicious.
I've been bored witless sitting inside watching television. I made extremely good lamb stew and thought about baking, but realized that I would have to eat all of whatever I made by myself. Pies and cakes are good, but good enough to entice me to eat several pounds of them. Honey cake is probably in my future though. It'll keep the kitchen warm for a bit and let me finally break open my 5 pound bottle of cheap supermarket honey which has been lounging at the top of one of my cupboards for far too long. Sewing loses it's appeal rather quickly when there's no one to talk to while you do it. Present wrapping loses it's appeal when there's nothing left to wrap. Cleaning loses it's appeal once the dishes are done.
I walked down to downtown Ballard. People look at me funny because I am wearing a skirt, but I can fit more layers under a skirt than they can under their fancy jeans so I am secretly laughing at them. I am warm and they are stupid to think denim was ever meant to insulate.
I haven't received mail in four days. Does the post office not deliver things that it thinks are unimportant once the weather gets abnormal?
More to the point, why is everyone driving around when it's much safer to either walk places or stay home?