“Look at the fog, Mom!”
“I know! Isn’t it pretty?”
“Looks cold.”
“It was foggy yesterday, too. You know that little valley behind Mom’s office?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, the fog was all the way up to the windows off the back porch. You couldn’t even see that little valley.”
(pauses)
“That was just the fog trying to get in where it was warm.”
summer
I’m home! Home home home home home!!! Didja miss me? Huh, huh, didja? (laughs)
So, I am back from the frozen north.
I was up near Ticonderoga.
EDIT
Although I am assured that it was not nearly as cold as it usually gets there – the temps stayed in the low 30’s the entire time. Apparently, its usually a LOT colder; with temps in the twenties and teens being the more common.
At any rate, we had a great time, great holiday. I met D’s folks, his siblings and family friends. I *think* that I was universally rubber-stamped with the “Good Egg” Time will tell.
There was some drama involving the ‘kins this weekend. I don’t want to get into it now – I am just now drinking coffee and waking up. Suffice to say that I am up to *here* ::gestures near eyelashes:: with J’s screwups. I’ll post about it when it doesn’t make my eyeballs feel like they are melting.
In other news, there will be dancing this Saturday night at Elysium. There will be a shindig at my place NYE for those what want a kid-friendly sort of thang. There will be a Hand n Foot party New Years Day, with black eyed peas and fondue** and liquor. Because no one should ring in the new year feeling schloopy and down.
** — on that note, I need fondue pots. I ::THINK:: that I have one somewhere but I surely will need more.
The Girlie is sick. Headache, fever. 😦 Send happy get well thoughts to her, plz.
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I have alot of friends in the regions of the country – hell, the continent – where it is cold, wintry, miserable. Friends and family in Chicago, in Vancouver, Seattle, Connecticut, New York. I hear them complaining of the cold and the weather all the time. And while I can intellectualize why they might feel that way, I don’t actually get it. I have never lived (for any length of time) in a place where it truly gets cold for the winter. Where it gets cold earlier in the year, too.
Here in Austin, TX it begins to get chilly* starting around November. Not that it does really ever gets cold until February.
I am not saying that it never gets miserable here. It does. But, I sometimes wish that I could live in a place where the winter was winter. Where it almost becomes a test of will to go out just to get basic things like walking the dog or the grocery shopping done.
Of course, I will never really be able to live in a place like that. I am not a cold person. Cold bites into my hands, my hips with jagged teeth. But, its nice to dream about making snowmen. Or drinking coffee and watching big, fat flakes of snow spiral out of the gray sky.
* – by chilly, I mean it gets under 60.
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