Dashing through the snow
At the behest of The Mister, I headed out to brunch this morning at our usual time of 0730. He didn't go, as he feared the sight and smell of all that bacon would bring him to tears. (Note to new readers: a broken jaw has necessitated his jaw be wired shut until at least December 12th.) I braved the 15cm of snow that fell through the night, continuing to fall and blow around as I inched my way the 14kms to the next town, our usual group of friends and Table 8 at the local diner.
Only Larry and his grandson had made it in their 4x4. I explained why we'd been absent for the past month while I enjoyed my eggs, sausage, rye toast and cup after cup of lovely strong coffee. I noodled around with the crossword, stopping occasionally to field questions from the waitresses who've been used to seeing us weekly for the past seven years.
After a leisurely hour and a proper linger over my coffee I suited up to once again deal with near-blizzard conditions in order to procure some Strawberry Boost for The Mister and a jar of salsa for my crock pot roast. Bad move: it was like driving through a snow globe. Still, I got the job done (in a mostly empty store) and began the slow slog home.
I came in the back door looking a bit like a sugar-frosted version of myself to find that The Mister had decided to take a swipe at the pit we call the Second Bedroom. He sleeps there on off shifts because a) it's that much farther away from the road and b) my snoring doesn't mess him up so badly he has an accident at work due to sleep deprivation. It's attracted a metric ton of his crap over the year and a half we've been here but I've been averse to doing anything about it because it's his area and I want him to have a place that's all his to do with as he wishes. He knows I want to relocate my armoire out and paint in there and so took the bull by the horns, purging half the clothing while I was gone. Another third of the remaining bulk (paper) will be burned in the shop stove, leaving a one-foot tall pile of papers to be filed. This might just be the incentive I needed to get that room and the hallway painted over the Christmas holidays. I'm planning to put a floral vector on the window wall, just visible from the hall. (No one seems to 'get' my vision, but I've assured them it will be fabulous when it's finished. And hey, it's my damn house!)
Since I've been home I've been playing some FB D&D and a couple games of Mahjong. I've had some tea and am currently eyeing the half-bag of Sea Salt & Pepper chips in the pantry. The roast is just now beginning to fill the house with smells that are making The Mister sad (sorry!) and I've convinced him to take a nap while I watch the rest of U.S. Marshals (for the umpteenth time. Love me some RDJ!)
I can hear the voice inside me wonder if tomorrow will be a snow day...
This has been a Holidailies entry.