miss the bite in the air, the numbness in my cheeks, the wind blowing
the door shut behind me as I rush into light and warmth."
don't miss that, I have that. Walking into the gym last night, and by
god it was cold. I couldn't feel my nose when I got inside. Exposed bits
of skin were in pain, it really was so cold, it hurt.
did wonder, how do people who live out, live? I mean, being homeless has
to suck at the best of times, but when it's 26F/-3C, and I'm sure the
wind chill factor brought it down another couple of degrees, how the hell
do you survive that?
have a New Years Resolution already. Everyone gives food and money to
shelters and food banks during the Giving season. It's in the later months
when they don't think to give, and people still need to eat.
Next year, starting in January, I'm going to donate
a meal a month to my local food bank. Not counting when the posties do
their food drive, and the Scouts and the women's club I belong to.
meal a month. Like, a packet of pasta, a tin of spaghetti sauce, a can
of mixed veges, a can of fruit. What's that, $5 at most?
I'll still be doing my regular donate to the SPCA,
but I also hear there's a non-kill shelter near here, and I'd like to
help them too.
think I need to be getting tax receipts for this. Not only for the deductions,
but to have it on the public record what's been given.
Adelaide & I at 2:30 Wednesday morning. Note
my lovely regrowth and fancy flip. Also note my stoner look. That's how
I look when I'm Very. Tired. My thought processes work about as well as
that expression suggests they might
one amuses me as I took it specifically to show you my clipped and cherry
chocolate coloured hair, and not one skerrick of hair to be seen
better. Cherry Chocolate better. Got to pay more attention to the hairdresser
next time, she made it a wee bit shorter than I'd like. Hey, you can't
see the raccoon markings neath my eye in this shot. Henceforth every picture
of me shall be from above. Just the one chin, that's the ticket.
at 10:30am) mmlpph.
OK, so I got posted before midnight, but I sure as hell didn't get to
bed before midnight. Posting early meant I got to check out the three
way action portal (of which I'm a card carrying member)
and xeney.net for the explanations
of why President
Palmer hates his ex-wife, and then all the cool reads on Holidailies.
going to be a late one, it's my card club night, we usually finish about
midnight. The weather is predicting snow, 60% chance of snow after midnight,
and an 80% chance of snow after noon tomorrow. I'm predicting a 75%
chance that after 7PM tonight,the bread, milk and toilet paper shelving
in my local Pathmark will be denuded.
bought toilet paper on sale, weeks ago, it's one of those things I don't
like to run short on, snowstorm regardless. I have 1/2 gallon in the
fridge, that's enough for our use, and as for bread products, I'll buy
bagels after I get my hair done (Cherry Chocolate, how
appropriate my hair colour sounds edible, I'm a foodie including my
roots) . I'm at the 80's flippy fringe look, let alone the 5
cm long silvery roots, having it cut and dyed just in time to start
the Christmas Party trifecta.
club tonight, is the Christmas night, we each buy a giftie, $10-$15,
then pull out a number, and everyone takes home a present that someone
else bought. On one of my major shopping runs, I compiled my giftie.
Afternoon tea on a tray, is the theme. A blue ceramic 2 cuppa teapot,
complete with a built in/removable strainer, so it's good for leaves
or bags. Two blue and green speckled mugs, a flat wicker tray with handles,
a blue placemat, some Walkers shortbread bikkies, and an assortment
of tea bags from my stash, et voila. All you need do is add water, a
good book or a friend, and a place to sit and drink your tea. I bought
myself one, in green tones. When we fix our back porch room up, I'll
be afternoon teaing out there.
Syd (my late lamented girl cat, Sydeney) was sick,
she'd been using the back room indiscriminately for a litter box. Combine
that with the room being full of potting soil and plants in disarray
and a broken window (a racoon got caught between the
screen and the glass and shattered the glass on it's frenzied trip out.
What was a racoon doing in our back room? Snacking on cat food, of course!),
you have a fairly unattractive space. We're in the process of stripping
up the crappy 30 year old indoor/outdoor carpet, going to lay down some
kind of tile, and judicious use of area rugs, fix the broken window,
install the gas heater Mom & Pop gave us for our 4th wedding anniversary
(Jan 2nd, 2002, it'd be nice to have it up before the
12 month anniversary of owning it comes round), install some
stepped shelves for the potted plants, and then I'll be able to use
my afternoon tea tray.
I feel tired just looking at that list, maybe I'll just take my tea
in the lounge room.
bit written at 12:30am)
trip to the post office today, getting a CD in the mail to Kymm. Coming
out the Post Office, I've got a bouncy American pit bull mix leaping
and wanting a pet, so I give him a pet, assuming the woman at the
bottom of the stairs is his owner. As I stride back to my car (fucking
cold so I'm moving fast), the dog leaps on me from behind,
close enough for me to feel that he is fact an entire male. Dog dick
on a cold day, fabulous. I turn round and the dog grabs my arm in
it's mouth and chomps down. The dickhead owner, not the woman but
a guy with a chain leash that the dog is strangely not attached to
, comes up to me and says "Don't be afraid, he doesn't bite,
he just likes to play". The dog then bolts into traffic, barely
being missed by several large trucks, and the guy's heading off after
him cheerfully prattling on about his "goofy dog". You don't
take a large breed dog off leash on a main road. Especially one that,
despite your delusions to the contrary, bites. I checked my arm, and
through the multiple layers of clothing I had a welt, which is still
slightly visible now, 8 hours later. Lucky it was me and not some
small child or person prone to shrieking and dragging their arm away
and having real damage done. What a fuckwit.
was the only double header of the Christmas Party trifecta. I'm in
the Women's Club for our town (if you can't pierce
the old boys network, join the old girls ) and the President
had a new members meeting, aka get the younger members involved again.
I showed up for the hour or so before my card club. They used to have
a Young Women's Club, but the average age of the Club these days is
such that me coming to the meetings removes 30 odd years from the
median age. A suggestion was made that I become a Board member. I'm
going to go to a Board meeting as a guest, I already have a large
commitment to the non profit theatre restoration group, and I'm leery
of committing a stack of extra time. Their meetings are during the
day, which means I shouldn't lost Jeff time, and it won't interfere
with the other commitments I already have, so it's a tentative maybe.
club was fun, my present was enjoyed, and I came home $0.16c
up. We play for pennies, starting with a dollar float each.
Playing for pennies keeps it fun. I could lose every month we
play and not be out so much dosh. Not that I would lose every
month, my competitive instinct engages. A couple of times I
come home with no money, but more often I have more than I left
with. I think I'm up maybe $5.00 over the 5 years I've been
giftie is a basket with a latch, Mission style I think (I don't
buy baskets a lot, not my storage style), complete with cucumber
and melon soap, body gel, body lotion and a wooden foot massager.
Not something I'd buy myself, but I'll use it, so a good gift.
Jeff made approving noises at the foot massager, I see someone's
size 13's being treated this weekend. One of the women has been
knitting woollen bells for the last 20 odd years, all the other
women have them for that time. She knits them with the year
on them, so I have 98-02 so far. They'll be going on the tree
this year, as it's a soft, or plastic but specifically non-breakable
theme for our tree due to a manic climbing Adelaide. If it'll
survive a 6 foot drop onto the floor, this is it's year on the
tree. The other ornament from Card club is a glass angel, into
the box it goes. I have no desire to be picking up glass angel
shards with my feet.
The food is sour cream dips, crudites and snacks,
and scented candle burning is de rigeur, so I end up coming
home farty and phlegmmish, mmm, don't you wish you were married
to me now?
night's do is Jeff's work Christmas do. Same place as last year,
where I ate my body weight in frenched lamb cutlet appetisers
then could barely fit the stuffed lobster. The stuffed lobster
that'd been the main draw until I located the lamb by smell.
This part of the US isn't big on lamb, and I'd swap a roast
turkey for a good leg of mutton any day of the week, so I think
I scared the wait staff with my ravenous falling on the lamb.
No-one else liked it, so the wait staff started seeking me out.
15-20 lamb cutlets later (urrrp) I was
a happily stuffed Amanda. The (now ex; moved
to Las Vegas with her husband and adopted child) receptionist
made sure to rebook at that restaurant this year before she
left, and made careful mention to the chef to have the lamb
cutlets. Think of me about 7PM E.S.T, I'll be the one eating
of me about 8:30AM EST (that's just over 6 hours from
now. See how dedicated I am to having you read my sleep deprived prose?).
As I'll be doing the big pig at the work do, I shan't be able to make
my swim class tomorrow night, so I'll be making the big effort and
going to the morning class. Unless it snows. I'm not schlepping my
arse out of bed to play in the snow with the front wheel drive and
the frozen windscreen unless I've had the full 8 hours of zzz's, thangyouverrymuch.
going to borrow from Dorothy
R, with my bulleted list of things I should put in an entry
at some point;
bathers, and going down a size
birthday and the three cakes
Outlet & Garage
the house next door from burning down
- Debt collectors
pissing me off
Parades, gallons of hot chocolate and more house fires
- 3 years
of photos from Walmart
pics & chat of the kitten (that'd be Adelaide aka Cutie).
- My amaazing
deals at the Goodwill.
6 December, 2002
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