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Man…don’t you hate it when this happens?

The Bad Jokes Feet Play

As much as I love the season of ice and snow there are two things that make it a little difficult.  Ice and snow.

On his daily trek to get the mail, carefully walking on the icy road in front of our house, Husby’s feet decided to slide out from under him and down the rest of him went.  It’s a trick our feet like to play in the winter ~ no matter how careful we are once in a while they’re in the mood for a little slapstick, making us a laughing stock to any neighbors looking out their windows at the time while simultaneously hurting the rest of our body.

Husby landed on a hand, then elbow, then face.  Poor thing.

Yikes! A nice little gash, some very colorful bruising and a lot of puffiness. Nice work, feet.

He says he’s okay, it’s not bad, he’s had worse.  Pfft, I say.  I immediately checked his pupils for signs of a head injury and although he said everything was fine he assured me he’d summon me to take him to the emergency room if necessary.

When people ask what happened Husby will respond, “you should see the other guy!”

Husby is indeed just fine, suffering only from soreness on the arm on which he landed.  His eye never got so puffy that he couldn’t see out of it.  The thing is, we both kind of hope that cut leaves a scar, because nothing says sexy like the remnants of a battle, even if that battle was with ice and snow.

** Update** Today the bruising as traveled to Husby’s lower eye lid.  His eye looks like a big, red Christmas ornament.  Ho ho ho!

‘Tis The Season

There’s a full moon tonight.  There’s a tree standing in the corner of the room waiting to be adorned with lights and ornaments and other assorted sparkly things.  There’s a pantry full of baking ingredients and a freezer full of butter ready to be turned into cookies and other goodies.  There are Christmas songs floating through my head getting me in the mood to turn my house into a winter wonderland.  There’s a cabinet full of Christmas movies waiting to be watched for the bazillionth time.

Did I say there’s a full moon tonight?  Yes, and some deer meandering through neighboring yards looking for something to eat.  It’s all practically magical.  This is the Christmas season.

Winter 1 by ArtByMonika ~ found on Etsy

Lately

My dainty hand made to be all clumpy and immobile.

Don’t feel sorry for me.  Except I’ll take any sympathy I can get.  My right thumb is crippled due to overuse.  I’ve been cutting with scissors and mousing way to much and I’m now paying the price.  If only I were ambidextrous!  Unfortunately I’m not, so I’m trying to help myself with this brace thing.

That’s no excuse for neglecting my writing though.  Well, it kind of is.  The truth of the matter is I’ve been so non-writey lately I don’t even recognize myself.  For example, my birthday was in August and I still haven’t written the thank-you notes for the gifts I received.  It’s nearly time to write thank-you notes for Christmas (if I’m on the “nice” list) so I better get on those birthday notes before it’s too late.  OK, it’s too late already, but better late than never, right?

I want to become more writey, so I’m just going to fake it ’til I make it.  I’ve got my Pandora Christmas station playing and I’m at the computer despite my crippledness.  The Christmas season is officially underway, which is a good thing with or without a crippled hand, with or without writing.

There will be lots of decorating going on at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters this weekend.  I’m starting to get into the spirit.

The Weekend Is Now

It’s a cold, bright winter day and I’m very glad to be at home.  The weekend has begun and thus my fun, satisfying work and play has begun.  The movie du jour – Flying Monkeys.  There’s nothing some trash TV to make daytime viewing worthwhile.*

I have the usual on my list of things to do this weekend.  Dusting, vacuuming, crafting and writing.  Right now I’m wrapped up in my big sweater with cold legs inside a pair of jeans.  A lap shawl might be in order.  If I have anything to say about it there will be a fire in the fireplace before it gets dark and I’ll have a glass of wine beside me while I do whatever has to be done be it watching Mad Men (arriving soon via Netflix-today), gluing bottle caps, or reading in the warm glow of the East Wing.

I’ve always hated the song Working for the Weekend, but it’s pretty much true.  Right now my life is all about the weekends.  But guess what?  I’ll be retiring in less than a year.  Seriously?  Yes.  I’ll be eligible, so chances are pretty good I’ll be doing it because no one should have to work longer than 35 years at the same place.  I’m just sayin’.

Happy Weekend, everyone!

*I’m embarrassed to admit having watched this movie.  It’s terrible.  Like, really, really terrible.

Reflection

Reflection

Winter has arrived in Minnesota.  The snow remains on the ground since the first flakes fell at 3:15 a.m. Monday morning.  How would I know the first flakes fell at that particular moment?  I stayed awake all night to witness it.

Cold air moves in, snow flies, ice forms, and I love to cozy into my favorite chair under a handmade afghan with a good book (or a laptop) in front of a crackling fire.  These are the months of reflection for me.  The annual nesting instinct takes over.  It’s the time of year when the kitchen is filled with the aromas of freshly baked bread (thanks to Husby), bubbling stews and the delights of sweet cookies and cakes.

Winter is such a quiet season.  Of course there are occasional snow storms that inconvenience us with power outages and hazardous driving, but the overall dormancy of winter is one of the most peaceful things I know.

It has begun.  With the arrival of this cold and snow white season I hope to become revitalized as I have in past winters.  It’s time to throw on a bulky sweater and heat up a pan of milk for a steaming cup of cocoa.  These moments of warm silence in a cold world fill me with gratitude.

Wordless Wednesday

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