Another Christmas come and gone... one wonders just WHERE the time goes, especially at this time o' year. But fear not, Gentle Reader, for we shall NOT get all maudlin on ya even though we COULD.
I was thinkin' last night... a dangerous thing for me at nearly any time... that this Christmas was rather unusual in that I spent nearly as much on myself this year as I did on the family. That never happens but it did this year. In addition to that spiffy new monitor I bought two shirts, a wooly-pully sweater (to replace my dear, departed USAF wooly-pully that wore out YEARS ago), mini-speakers for my phone/MP3 player, and two Johnny Winter CDs to fill in yet another hole in my music collection. So it was a relatively materialistic Christmas here at El Casa Inmóvil de Pennington. I was just doin' my part to help the economy, yanno? And I might not be done yet, depending on the post-Christmas sales.
Yesterday was quite seasonal, in that it was (a) cold and (b) it actually snowed... enough to turn the ground white, for a while. We never got above freezing all day yesterday and today looks like more of the same today... note our mid-day temps, at right. It was quite nice to wake up to a White Christmas, especially when I knew I didn't have to drive in that stuff.
So we didn't drive anywhere. Nope, we cleaned house... kinda-sorta. You know how sometimes you'll look at something, anything, and think "How in the HELL did that get so dirty all of a sudden?" That was me when I glanced at my end tables yesterday. So we got out the Windex, shined 'em up real pretty, moved on to the coffee table, and continued the cleaning frenzy on into the kitchen. One thing leads to another... and that included doin' a week's worth of laundry. The floors still need mopping, however, but those will wait for a bit. I have limits. And a relatively high tolerance for dirt.
I awoke with a clear head this morning due to me coming to my senses and only having three glasses of that most-excellent Chianti last night. Three glasses was just enough to mellow out the evening and make my morning that much better.
Well, check that. "Clear head" is relative and it seems like my head wasn't all THAT clear, seein' as how I made the coffee, went into the study, fired up the computer to answer the overnight mail and kept an ear out for the beep-beep-beep that signifies the coffee maker has done its thang. Fifteen minutes passed and not a peep from the kitchen, so we got up off our ass to go investigate what's taking so long. And we find a cold, empty pot... I hadn't pushed the start button. NOT a good way to begin the day.
We've poured and consumed three cups of that coffee as we wrote this, so now it's off to make the blog-rounds.
I was thinkin' last night... a dangerous thing for me at nearly any time... that this Christmas was rather unusual in that I spent nearly as much on myself this year as I did on the family. That never happens but it did this year. In addition to that spiffy new monitor I bought two shirts, a wooly-pully sweater (to replace my dear, departed USAF wooly-pully that wore out YEARS ago), mini-speakers for my phone/MP3 player, and two Johnny Winter CDs to fill in yet another hole in my music collection. So it was a relatively materialistic Christmas here at El Casa Inmóvil de Pennington. I was just doin' my part to help the economy, yanno? And I might not be done yet, depending on the post-Christmas sales.
So we didn't drive anywhere. Nope, we cleaned house... kinda-sorta. You know how sometimes you'll look at something, anything, and think "How in the HELL did that get so dirty all of a sudden?" That was me when I glanced at my end tables yesterday. So we got out the Windex, shined 'em up real pretty, moved on to the coffee table, and continued the cleaning frenzy on into the kitchen. One thing leads to another... and that included doin' a week's worth of laundry. The floors still need mopping, however, but those will wait for a bit. I have limits. And a relatively high tolerance for dirt.
I awoke with a clear head this morning due to me coming to my senses and only having three glasses of that most-excellent Chianti last night. Three glasses was just enough to mellow out the evening and make my morning that much better.
Well, check that. "Clear head" is relative and it seems like my head wasn't all THAT clear, seein' as how I made the coffee, went into the study, fired up the computer to answer the overnight mail and kept an ear out for the beep-beep-beep that signifies the coffee maker has done its thang. Fifteen minutes passed and not a peep from the kitchen, so we got up off our ass to go investigate what's taking so long. And we find a cold, empty pot... I hadn't pushed the start button. NOT a good way to begin the day.
We've poured and consumed three cups of that coffee as we wrote this, so now it's off to make the blog-rounds.
Thanks for those links, Walked... they're simply brilliant. Ms. Shepard is new to me and I can't figure out why that would be (well, mebbe coz I'm not THAT into country). She sounds a lot like Lucinda Williams, who's right up there among my favorite chirps. I'll be listening to more of her stuff today, fer shure.
ReplyDeleteThe Sylvie Vartan was excellent, too. The woman has one of those ethereal voices that I find very appealing. And your memory is MOST impressive, given I thought my post on barbers was pretty much a throw-away. I DO miss that girl... ;-)
Sometimes the Same Ol', Same Ol' can be down right comfortable, kinda like a favorite pair o' slippers.
ReplyDeleteForgetting to turn on the coffee?
Been THERE, done THAT...
Yeah, considerin' everything... the same ol', same ol' IS comfortable.
DeleteIt could have been worse Buck. One morning I put the coffee on, got in the shower and when I got back to the kitchen I found that I had neglected to put the lid on the percolator. Believe me, I was cleaning up coffe grounds for weeks. Kind of a 'How the hell did coffee grounds get THERE?' scene.
ReplyDeleteYa got me there, Deb. I never left the top off the perculator, back in the day when I still used that thang. I can only IMAGINE the mess.
DeleteRe: Renee. I have a relative with that name, so that is probably the only reason. Now if you have a post about Gertrude, I wouldn't remember that one :-)
ReplyDeleteP.S. My End Table actually split. No kidding, it cracked in half on top. I guess it needs a little polish now and then. I got a plastic one to replace it :-)
Johnny Winter is a good hole in the collection to have filled.
ReplyDeleteOne thing I've done a couple of times (over the course of some 20+ years at my current place of employment, so I'm not completely hopeless) is to forget to empty the old coffee out of the non-see-through pot before making the new stuff. This results in an overflow, as you might imagine, and hilarity ensues for those not tasked with cleaning it up.
I did that same "forget to empty the pot" thing back in the day... except My Bad was with one of those 30-cup industrial strength coffee makers. But a mess is a mess...
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