My parents come on Saturday.
I wish it were Saturday.
We got over a foot of beautiful, sun shiny snow this weekend. I think if it’s gonna be cold, it might as well snow. I love it. The wood stove is in full-force, making it a balmy 75 degrees in our little Shoebox of a home. I feel for the chickens outside but have recently come to terms with the fact that they are animals and are fine outside in their coop and do not hate me. It was a major break-through.
All our local schools are closed…the entire county…because the road commission (due to budget cuts) cannot afford to plow. Now, I admittedly know nothing about this sort of politic/budget/contract thing… but where in tarnation are all these new game shows coming up with millions of dollars to give away to people who know a decent amount of trivia? I know schools that have no books! I know local people who have no health care! I know countries that have no water! Eh? It may be the fever talking.
Said (24-hour) fever knocked me out for the count Saturday night into Sunday, legitimately releasing me from Sunday church and Holiday Party Number 472. Thank you? Today I’ve been upgraded to ‘functional enough to do laundry’ status and continue my quest to summit Mount Laundry.
Whilst recovering, I watched Swing Kids for the 854th time and cried my eyes out.
Then I watched Amazing Grace… another (based on a) true story about John Newton (who penned the hymn) and William Wilberforce (the man who ended the English slave trade). It’s a remarkable story and, sadly, largely unknown. If you’ve not seen it, your homework this weekend is to rent it. You’ll love the costumes, the powdered wigs, the all-English cast with authentic accents. Albert Finney’s monologue while writing his ‘account’ is just absolutely stunning. Stunning. I, of course, cried my eyes out. Sobbed. Like a CHILD.
The Lions lost. I
cried my eyes out expected this.
Wende sent some lovlies my way… they are happily at home here on the farm. Thank you so very very much. Everything was absolutely perfect.
The Read-Along Gang is in full swing… Chelsey has a reading calendar posted on her blog. What’s more Holiday Season than Dickens? Come do a little homework with us… or simply read along. Exercise your brain. Cozy up to the fire and flip a few pages. You may borrow my fire (and old teapot filled with cloves and cinnamon) if you wish.
The Keeper’s Swap Recipe book is finished except for *ahem* my recipes (I realize the irony here.) and Shanna’s… but her computer hates her at the moment and she has been granted an extension because 1. She’s pregnant and 2. She’s pregnant. Expect a very large email by Wednesday. Have you mailed your Swap Buddy’s magnet? Of course you have. You rock.
The mountain (of stupid &^#@& laundry) is calling.
I believe I shall win today.
I shall CONQUER!
I am not afraid.
There may be some residual fever floating around inside me.