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In The Week When Christmas Comes, Part 2
For some reason my interest in blogging is in an (almost certainly temporary) waning phase. It’s not that there’s nothing going on in my life; actually I think it’s the very fullness of my days and the expanding network of connections to the people around me that have made me less dependent on this forum as a social outlet.
I’ve no plans to stop blogging, but it’s no longer the emotional necessity it once was, thank all that’s good and merciful.
Anyway.
After we’d opened our presents Christmas morning and had some breakfast, I dropped the kids off with their dad and his parents and then headed over to spend the rest of the day at my friend Jenny’s house. That was really nice, and the food and company were great. In the afternoon it started to rain, and I was worried that it might turn to snow or ice and keep me from getting home that night, but I was having too much fun to leave until about six when it started getting good and stormy. I got home with, um, minimal and easily reparable damage to my silly little car, stopping on the way to pick up Luke, Elizabeth and the piles of loot they’d gotten for Christmas from the Silkotch clan.
The day after Christmas my uncle Vaughn came up to Anza for a visit. He’d been living in Colorado, but my grandfather passed away a year ago, and Vaughn and my father are currently in Victorville in the process of putting the estate in order. Vaughn stayed with us Friday and Saturday night, and even came to church with us Sunday morning. It was a nice visit, but I’m afraid he got an inaccurate impression of typical Anza weather. The longest deep-cold snap I’ve ever seen up here finally broke the day AFTER he left; we spent most of his visit huddled around the woodstove for warmth. This mobile just wasn’t made for that sort of climate. I can’t wait until I’m able to completely replace the walls with something sturdier than cardboard and aluminum foil.
We’ve had no real plans for New Year’s Eve. Just today I found out that there’s going to be a party at Casa Gamino, and I’d be tempted to go to that since I can take the kids, if Steve’s band weren’t playing there that night. I suppose eventually that sort of thing won’t impair my enjoyment of a night out, but I’m not quite there yet.
Jenny and I had decided that if nothing more exciting presents itself between now and then we could all get together at my place, so that’s currently the plan. I went shopping for supplies today, so if something better does come up for New Year’s Eve my pantry will be fully stocked with snacks well into 2009.
In general life is very good and very peaceful, which I much prefer over having lots of drama to blog about. I feel like I’m on a path, and I can’t see where it’s headed, but I can see that it’s definitely headed SOMEwhere, so I’m just walking in faith and enjoying the view as I go along.
If I don’t post again for a while, HAPPY NEW YEAR! May it be filled with love and joy and health and peace for all of us.
Snowed in
…still. We’re on Day Four now.
If I had a real car that weighed more than 75lbs I would be able to move about freely by now, but my little toy Saturn is rendered helpless by the few inches of snow that remain. A fellow from next door helped me drive/push/coax it as far as my back gate where Steve’s truck tracks end, so I think I should be able to make it to church tomorrow. Funny how much I’ve come to look forward to that every Sunday.
Yesterday my nice neighbor, who has actual grownup vehicles, was able to get out and into town, and she brought me some milk because we were running low. I have been constantly surprised and warmed by the kindness of people. In retrospect I cannot believe how socially isolated I let myself become during my marriage.
Snow damage toll: several trees lost branches, but there’s nothing too catastrophic. My stand of redshank took the heaviest damage and the big pine in my front yard comes a close second, but least nothing landed on the roof.
My house is very clean right now. I’ve had nothing else to do.
This seems like a good time to pull out all the bits and pieces that I’ve thought would be cool to blog about but weren’t worth having posts of their own. Like how Elizabeth was Student Of The Month in November, and how I’ve had to lock all the chickens back up because one bold coyote got hungry enough to come right onto the property and start stealing chickens out from under my dogs’ noses. He got two pullets before I realized what was going on and locked up the henhouse.
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Things the Internet magically knows about me:
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In a Past Life… |
 You Were: A Happy Go Lucky Monk. Where You Lived: Alaska. How You Died: Decapitation. |
I can totally believe that I was a monk in my past life. I can see myself now, quietly tending my garden in some sunwashed courtyard, the gentle warbling of birdsong providing a peaceful soundtrack to my simple contemplations.
But ALASKA? I. think. not.
Decapitation? Absolutely, if I lived in Alaska. The other monks got fed up listening to me whine about all the damn snow. It’s just a question of which one of them snapped first, and what sharp utensil he was holding.
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Other things the Internet magically knows about me: I am Probably A Woman.
We guess https://dsilkotch.wordpress.com/ is written by a woman (52%), however it’s quite gender neutral.
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Anagrams for “Debora Silkotch:”
Horseback Dolt I. Hmph.
Cobra Hiked Lost. Okay.
Bad Shock Toiler. Heh.
Rabid Sock Hotel. Whoa there, all our socks are freshly laundered, thankyouverymuch.
Broad Chokes Lit. Everyone’s a critic.
Ethics Look Drab. Some days…they really do.
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Here are some Google search terms that brought folks to my blog recently:
how to sleep with mice in house
Try my method: get cats
5 fosmo rules
There are rules?? Crap, I’ve probably been doing it all wrong!
“christmas” “words” “list of”
“I’ve” “included” “this one” “only” to “mock” their “unnecessary use” of “quotes.”
expecting hard what will happen to my watermelon
I feel you, my friend.
what the hell moments
This person definitely came to the right blog.
mummified baby in glasses
Um. I got nothing here.
coloring for canaries
Dude, just give him some old newspapers to read like everyone else does.
upbeat christmas snogs
I could use a few upbeat Christmas snogs myself. Where’s my mistletoe?
men in ballet flats
I…have nothing to add to that image.
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If there were any chance of anyone seeing me naked in the foreseeable future, I would totally want to do this:
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And I think that’s all I have today. Must go huddle in front of my woodstove now and thaw out my fingers.
Today I Love…
…my fifteen-year-old handspun, handknit wool cap that never wears out and always keeps my ears toasty warm.
I’m also loving my woodstove, which has doubled as a cookstove this past week to save on propane.
We have to keep it blazing hot all day anyway, because the weather outside is seriously frightful. Now I can drink all the hot tea I want with no guilt about my propane bill!
We got a good soaking rain on Monday, and then an INSANE amount of snow yesterday. Seriously. Insane. It snowed from long before dawn until long after dark without any breaks.
Unless you count all the tree branches that broke under the strain.
I’ll have to take a walk around later and assess that situation; I know at least three trees took damage, maybe more.
Right now it’s 26ºF outside and we’re effectively snowed in. And I kind of love that too: no school for the kids, nowhere I have to be until it all melts. Winter has imposed a mandatory break from the demands of civilization. Sweet.
Happy Love Thursday! May your days be merry and bright, and may all…well, you know the rest.
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