( The evening before:Collapse )10:20 pm
: Is it snowing out? It was supposed to be snowing by now. < checks weather > Not til 2 tonight? Huh.27 January (Snow Day #1)
7ish: [stumbles out of bed to use the bathroom; looks out window.]
Well, it's definitely a blizzard, but it doesn't look any worse than, say, the South German blizzard of '06.
8ish: Well. Huh. We have power. We have water.
We do NOT have hot
water. Looks like our furnace/water-heater-thingie chose the WORST possible moment to crap out.
(That was a really uncomfortable shower.)
8:30ish: I'm just gonna have to find good excuses for leaving the oven on most of the day. (I guess I was planning on baking anyway, though I checked 'cookies' off the list last night, and I'm not going to be eating dinner here this evening...)
10ish: drat, I don't actually have any stew beef. So much for that idea.
11:00: OK, enough procrastinating: time for sledding! ( Read more...Collapse )12:40:
Mitbewohner emerges and learns that we don't have hot water.12:45:
Mitbewohner comes to the obvious conclusion that maybe someone OTHER than us was inept enough to hit the breaker switch for the furnace instead of the basement lightswitch. 12:46:
Eat ALL the cookies!12:50:
We have heat again!15:00:
After a brief burst of productivity, get suited up to head to the Soup Kitchen.* By ski.Things we learned this morning:
Do not wear glasses, yes wear lots of clothes.18:30:
Ski home, with extra (damaged) apples. Do some extra skiing. Shovel part of walk/driveway; go inside and collapse. The regularly-scheduled volunteer crew was mostly from out of town, and in any case provbably did NOT want to try to figure out where to put their car during a parking ban. So they called up the usual suspects.
"Uhhh..." I said to my counselor on Friday. "What the Sam Hill were we talking about last week?"
"It's been sort of a crazy week. Last...what was it, Thursday?" "Friday." "Right, seems life a really long time ago. I think I told you I was going to have Peter visiting this past weekend?"
"Yeah, how did that go?"
"Uh, pretty well, I mean as Peter visits go."( Which is to sayCollapse )
Mon, Mar. 31st, 2014, 01:45 pm
Does anyone else ever have a moment where you realize: "In ten years, assuming I'm still around, I will almost certainly own a wearable computer that plugs into a hearing aid in my bad ear"?
Fri, Mar. 14th, 2014, 05:00 pm
Digger magnet ftw!
(I was at a pi(e) day party. And it turns out Cat Valente bakes a mean chocolate silk pie.)
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Longer version of last night will be forthcoming. Suffice to say for the moment that it was full of win. This morning, unfortunately, has been characterized by sleep deprivation and by excessive (if understandable) bureaucracy on the part of Harvard.
Oh, and the Boston Express bus schedule sucks.
Sat, Jan. 3rd, 2009, 09:49 pm
I don't know if I've ever walked across a frozen lake before.
(OK, "lake" is stretching it. but still.)
Christmas somehow went well. The carol service, despite lack of rehearsals, went fine, and we got home at 1 and collapsed into bed. G's family made it up, despite the fact that Catilinarian and M' had come down with some British version of this winter's bug immediately after arriving in the States, and so nearly had to wait to come up until their fevers had come down. Both, alas, are still somewhat under the weather.
And I managed to put Roast Beef, Plum Pudding, Strong Ale and Mince Pies on the table for nine people (plus babby) at 5. True, the meat pie was far from the best I've made (and could have been re-heated better), and I think I was the only one who had any beer--G's godfather had brought wine. But roast beef was eagerly devoured, and the pudding, despite multiple substitutions and screw-ups, was reckoned pretty good...by those who had any room left at that point, especially since we'd also had brussels sprouts, beans, yorkshire pudding, and potatoes.
Weather is awful. Oh well.
Time for bed. More later, maybe.
PS: P doesn't actually have pinkeye.
In less positive holiday news, I went out in attempt to go sledding last night; completely failed to get any good sliding in, but contrived to dislocate my shoulder (for the third time). gr.
Oh, and the weather seems to be throwing a spanner into family christmas plans as well. Details as they emerge...
ETA: And Peter has pinkeye.
Influenced by minyan
, I'm doing that meme where you post the first line of the first public post for every month of the year. I cheated a bit: to avoid having too many months where the first line is simply a reference to some OTHER meme, I've chosen the first public post in some months, and the first friends-only one in others; some months the "line" spills over into line three, sometimes I stopped at the end of a sentence but before the end of a line.
Oh, and I did them in reverse order.
I think it looks better this way.Year in review:
Yesterday was not a terribly productive day. It was G's birthday, so once I finally got Peter to daycare, went back to bring him the pacifier he'd dropped en route, gone running, and failed to rendezvous with G, I [was] really beginning to wonder whether some of John Sununu's campaign signs have been put up by Democrats as a sabotage campaign. Peter is very bemused by my headbanging to TMBG. OK, I'm still trying to fix the footnotes on this f'ing paper, AND we don't have reliable home internet yet. Last night I dreamt that I was at the family cabin on Lake Ossipee. The storm the previous day had utterly removed all landmarks on the shores of the lake. Project for Monday: Clean house, persuade landlady to return security deposit. This has been the weekend of entertaining people. I've added a lot more interests since I did this last, haven't I... It must have been near the beginning of the year, for I was still eating in Baxter, the default dining hall for Frosh. It is a tribute both to my lame sense of humor and to the extent that all of you freaks have infected my brain with MemeSpeak that I thought of this. Peter Richard Burson ist am Vigil Christi Lichtmeß anno mmviii um 6h42 geboren. Festivity and time-wasting: is there a difference?