I know I'm not breaking any new ground by saying this, but seriously, people around here are SO lame where snow is concerned. A bunch of schools were cancelled as of last night, including Williamson County by the time I went to bed. Which meant no Bible study this morning. However, because the roads were still pretty much fine and most of the kids were out of school, there were apparently lots of parents calling the babysitting service this morning to find childcare. So, I got a call around 8:15 and ended up heading down to Brentwood to be with some kids I'd not met before.
Some people apparently have referred to the weather we have been experiencing here as a "blizzard." Let me be clear--I have yet to see any snow on the road, and while there has been *some* snow on the grass, there hasn't been enough at any one time to completely cover it. No storied blanket of white. Sure, there have been moments when you look out the window and there are a mess of flakes flying around in the air, but THAT IS NOT A BLIZZARD. If you are tempted to use that word, I would urge extreme caution as to whom you address it to. Anyone who has ever shoveled out from two or more feet (including yours truly) might be likely to slug you.
The next thing on the Lynngenda is tonight's NFG Kickin' It Night, which is supposed to be 99 cent bowling. Again, as with all activities around now, it will be interesting to see how many people make it. As previously mentioned, the flu has knocked a bunch of people out.
I think I might try to catch a quick snooze before it's time to bowl. Happy Wednesday!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
" . . . and I feel fine . . . "
Just got back from book club where there were actually five of us! Well, we started out with five, but then Erin had a semi-emergency she had to attend to. Considering the near-epidemic proportions of the flu going around Middle Tennessee, that is a pretty good turnout. AND not only that, but we actually talked about the book! Hoo-aaah! AND not only THAT, but due to a bank error in my favor (sorry, still recovering from Monopoly two weeks ago), I ended up with a free cup of coffee at JJ's Market! All in all, a gathering totally worth driving across town in the "snow" for.
That's right, it's "snowing" again here in Nashville. Of course, the ground is not yet cold enough for it to stick and thus the roads are just wet, but there were still accidents all over the area during evening rush hour. 'Cause even if the snow doesn't stick, wet roads can still be treacherous. Especially if you're inattentive, as the majority of drivers around here seem to be.
Anyone care to lay odds on whether or not the Bible study I sit for on Wednesdays will be held tomorrow morning?
Well, I have a Chicago-bound scarf to finish and several birthday presents to start working on in the next few days, so I guess I should get to work. Hope that wherever you are, you are warm and dry.
That's right, it's "snowing" again here in Nashville. Of course, the ground is not yet cold enough for it to stick and thus the roads are just wet, but there were still accidents all over the area during evening rush hour. 'Cause even if the snow doesn't stick, wet roads can still be treacherous. Especially if you're inattentive, as the majority of drivers around here seem to be.
Anyone care to lay odds on whether or not the Bible study I sit for on Wednesdays will be held tomorrow morning?
Well, I have a Chicago-bound scarf to finish and several birthday presents to start working on in the next few days, so I guess I should get to work. Hope that wherever you are, you are warm and dry.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Backyarcheology
MG and I spent this morning going over songs for our upcoming musical extravaganza. It's going to be pretty off the hook, inasmuch as one can say that about a library program.
This afternoon was sunny and reasonably warm, so I decided to spend some time digging in what will soon be the garden. Dad dug up quite a bit when they were here, so I figured I'd continue his work.
Rather than tilling the soil, I started to feel like it was more of an excavation. There was so much stuff buried under the grass! I guess the majority was driveway gravel-sized stones, such as this one:
. . . but there was a bunch of other stuff, too. Like roots about as big around as a finger, seemingly going nowhere (since there aren't any trees or large plants around there anywhere).
And big round rubber thingies. (I think it says "Daisy Dish Stopper" on it.)
I didn't get pictures of the tiny little spiral shell or the two large pieces of brick or small piece of cinderblock, 'cause my hands were too muddy by then and I'd already put the camera away.
So anyway--where does all this stuff come from? How does all this random debris come to be buried in the yard? I have no good explanation.
Before I got my hands all dirty, I snapped a couple pictures of some more things to go up on the store. Here are a couple of scarves, first for the upcoming holiday, and then just a more general cabled design.
Update from yesterday: Kristen says that Deschutes beer can be ordered through the mail at Liquid Solutions.
Tomorrow is book club, and so far I've started The Awakening. It'll be interesting to see how many people are able to make it when we meet, since the flu seems to be ravaging the 'Ville right now, and book club in particular. Makes one glad to be well and serves as a reminder to take one's vitamins. I'll let you know tomorrow night who has been left standing!
This afternoon was sunny and reasonably warm, so I decided to spend some time digging in what will soon be the garden. Dad dug up quite a bit when they were here, so I figured I'd continue his work.
Rather than tilling the soil, I started to feel like it was more of an excavation. There was so much stuff buried under the grass! I guess the majority was driveway gravel-sized stones, such as this one:
. . . but there was a bunch of other stuff, too. Like roots about as big around as a finger, seemingly going nowhere (since there aren't any trees or large plants around there anywhere).
And big round rubber thingies. (I think it says "Daisy Dish Stopper" on it.)
I didn't get pictures of the tiny little spiral shell or the two large pieces of brick or small piece of cinderblock, 'cause my hands were too muddy by then and I'd already put the camera away.
So anyway--where does all this stuff come from? How does all this random debris come to be buried in the yard? I have no good explanation.
Before I got my hands all dirty, I snapped a couple pictures of some more things to go up on the store. Here are a couple of scarves, first for the upcoming holiday, and then just a more general cabled design.
Update from yesterday: Kristen says that Deschutes beer can be ordered through the mail at Liquid Solutions.
Tomorrow is book club, and so far I've started The Awakening. It'll be interesting to see how many people are able to make it when we meet, since the flu seems to be ravaging the 'Ville right now, and book club in particular. Makes one glad to be well and serves as a reminder to take one's vitamins. I'll let you know tomorrow night who has been left standing!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
The Joy of Real Mail
As I was lamenting to my parents the other day, you start to get a lot of crap in the mail when you buy a house. I must get a weekly minimum of four offers to purchase "mortgage protection," mostly from the same companies over and over. Drowning under this deluge of junk spurred me to start shredding it and using it as cat box liner, although that is not the point of today's post.
No, my aim today is quite an opposite matter. See, when you get so much non-specific mail all the time, trying to get your money by selling whatever product it is that you don't need, it makes the rare instances of truly "personal" mail all the more delightful. And when that mail is an actual package from dear and generous friends, well I ask you--what could be better?
This box arrived yesterday from Sunriver and I knew what was in it--indeed, I had been expecting it. What I didn't know was whether or not the contents had arrived intact.
So far so good from the outside . . .
Within, I discovered a kind of corrugated box version of Russian nesting dolls:
Then, inside the smaller box was a layer of tightly-packed newspaper . . .
. . . followed by bubble wrap . . .
. . . which served to cover and protect these two beauties!
Green Lakes Organic Ale and The Abyss Imperial Stout are two of the most recent creations of Bend's Deschutes Brewery, where Kristen is now working part-time giving tours. I am *extremely* excited to try them (which K recommends doing soon, as the organic ingredients in the Green Lakes apparently don't have a tremendously long shelf-life), but the only catch is that each comes in a 22 oz. bottle. Which, sad to say, at this point in my life is more beer than I can easily drink on my own at a single setting. Well, maybe not, but it's more beer than I care to drink while sitting home alone in my house--that would start to get kind of sad.
Anyway, I'm looking for the right opportunity and the right co-drinkers. Applications currently being accepted.
Thanks for the lovely gift, K, N & Z. (And great packing job, btw.)
Also, many thanks to another friend Kristen, who with her husband and little boy gave me and the rest of us at Midtown an equally wonderful gift today. Thanks for sharing your stories and your journey with us.
Happy new week, y'all--one week from today, we'll be in March! (Yikes!)
No, my aim today is quite an opposite matter. See, when you get so much non-specific mail all the time, trying to get your money by selling whatever product it is that you don't need, it makes the rare instances of truly "personal" mail all the more delightful. And when that mail is an actual package from dear and generous friends, well I ask you--what could be better?
This box arrived yesterday from Sunriver and I knew what was in it--indeed, I had been expecting it. What I didn't know was whether or not the contents had arrived intact.
So far so good from the outside . . .
Within, I discovered a kind of corrugated box version of Russian nesting dolls:
Then, inside the smaller box was a layer of tightly-packed newspaper . . .
. . . followed by bubble wrap . . .
. . . which served to cover and protect these two beauties!
Green Lakes Organic Ale and The Abyss Imperial Stout are two of the most recent creations of Bend's Deschutes Brewery, where Kristen is now working part-time giving tours. I am *extremely* excited to try them (which K recommends doing soon, as the organic ingredients in the Green Lakes apparently don't have a tremendously long shelf-life), but the only catch is that each comes in a 22 oz. bottle. Which, sad to say, at this point in my life is more beer than I can easily drink on my own at a single setting. Well, maybe not, but it's more beer than I care to drink while sitting home alone in my house--that would start to get kind of sad.
Anyway, I'm looking for the right opportunity and the right co-drinkers. Applications currently being accepted.
Thanks for the lovely gift, K, N & Z. (And great packing job, btw.)
Also, many thanks to another friend Kristen, who with her husband and little boy gave me and the rest of us at Midtown an equally wonderful gift today. Thanks for sharing your stories and your journey with us.
Happy new week, y'all--one week from today, we'll be in March! (Yikes!)
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Hunkered down
I got Jen off to the airport a little after noon, and since I haven't gotten too much knitting done in the past few weeks, I decided to hunker down for the afternoon and get back into the swing. Since it was kind of cold outside (okay, maybe not by Pennsylvania or Illinois or Indiana standards, but it was around freezing), I decided to make a fire.
The problem with making a fire with "real" wood (as opposed to compressed firelogs) is that they pretty much require constant tending to stay lit. Which sort of precludes the whole idea of reading, or knitting, or writing, or doing whatever fill-in-the-blank activity in front of the fire. 'Cause instead of reading or knitting or writing, you keep having to put new sticks on the flames and rearranging things as they burn to make sure that enough oxygen can get to the fire, or else it will burn down and just smolder as coals. And that's not nearly as much fun (nor heat-productive) as a nice roaring fire.
I let the fire burn for a while before I decided to let it go out, then did my hunkering in bed for the rest of the day. I caught up on a lot of my online viewing, which is good now that the writers' strike is over and new shows will start being produced. And I finished a doggy sweater for Jake, which I will try to get a picture of while he is wearing it--the doggy sweaters just don't look like much without a model.
That's about it for this quiet day. Going to turn in soon and hopefully get a good night's sleep before church tomorrow.
The problem with making a fire with "real" wood (as opposed to compressed firelogs) is that they pretty much require constant tending to stay lit. Which sort of precludes the whole idea of reading, or knitting, or writing, or doing whatever fill-in-the-blank activity in front of the fire. 'Cause instead of reading or knitting or writing, you keep having to put new sticks on the flames and rearranging things as they burn to make sure that enough oxygen can get to the fire, or else it will burn down and just smolder as coals. And that's not nearly as much fun (nor heat-productive) as a nice roaring fire.
I let the fire burn for a while before I decided to let it go out, then did my hunkering in bed for the rest of the day. I caught up on a lot of my online viewing, which is good now that the writers' strike is over and new shows will start being produced. And I finished a doggy sweater for Jake, which I will try to get a picture of while he is wearing it--the doggy sweaters just don't look like much without a model.
That's about it for this quiet day. Going to turn in soon and hopefully get a good night's sleep before church tomorrow.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Another quick post
I really need to go to bed again. The banquet was over hours ago--it was very nice, the food was delish, I liked Hanson's music but didn't get to meet them (although I did get coffee next to the oldest one . . . is it Isaac?), and I was encouraged and reminded of why I continue to labor alongside the folks from Blood:Water Mission.
And then Jen and I got home and proceeded to stand around talking about everything under the sun for the next three hours. Meaning that I have once again technically missed my posting deadline--phooey.
Anywho, it was a good day--what day isn't good that includes tomato-basil soup from the Merc?
Good times, great oldies.
And then Jen and I got home and proceeded to stand around talking about everything under the sun for the next three hours. Meaning that I have once again technically missed my posting deadline--phooey.
Anywho, it was a good day--what day isn't good that includes tomato-basil soup from the Merc?
Good times, great oldies.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Yays and boos
It seems like many of my blog posts start with my saying that I am tired and need to go to bed. Sorry for the redundancy, but for tonight, let me just say, "Ditto."
1) The possible "wintry mix" in our forecast this morning stayed to the north, in Kentucky. YAY!
2) The roads in Kentucky were extremely dangerous, to the point that they closed the interstate. BOO!
3) Jen had a safe flight into Nashville from Chicago. YAY!
4) No live music at the airport while we were there. BOO!
5) I was able to get in and out of the short-term parking deck within the free 30-minute window. YAY!
6) We went to the Rutledge to see a show, and had a very hard time finding parking. BOO!
7) The show was awesome. YAY!
8) I tried to take photos of the inaugural performance of Andy and the Andys, but the picture didn't come out in the dark. BOO!
9) Chad got some decent shots and said he would e-mail them to me. YAY!
10) Now it is late, actually the next day here in central time and more than 24 hours since my last post. BOO!
11) Blogger automatically posts the time in Pacific Time, which means it is still Thursday. And even if it didn't, I could just edit it manually. YAY!
12) And now I get to go to sleep and not have to get up early tomorrow. YAY!
Do yourself a favor and check out the amazing website of my new favorite band, Andy and the Andys. Those professional musicians sure have access to a lot of fancy resources.
Stay tuned for fancy banquet blog-action tomorrow, possibly featuring Big Time Celebrities!
1) The possible "wintry mix" in our forecast this morning stayed to the north, in Kentucky. YAY!
2) The roads in Kentucky were extremely dangerous, to the point that they closed the interstate. BOO!
3) Jen had a safe flight into Nashville from Chicago. YAY!
4) No live music at the airport while we were there. BOO!
5) I was able to get in and out of the short-term parking deck within the free 30-minute window. YAY!
6) We went to the Rutledge to see a show, and had a very hard time finding parking. BOO!
7) The show was awesome. YAY!
8) I tried to take photos of the inaugural performance of Andy and the Andys, but the picture didn't come out in the dark. BOO!
9) Chad got some decent shots and said he would e-mail them to me. YAY!
10) Now it is late, actually the next day here in central time and more than 24 hours since my last post. BOO!
11) Blogger automatically posts the time in Pacific Time, which means it is still Thursday. And even if it didn't, I could just edit it manually. YAY!
12) And now I get to go to sleep and not have to get up early tomorrow. YAY!
Do yourself a favor and check out the amazing website of my new favorite band, Andy and the Andys. Those professional musicians sure have access to a lot of fancy resources.
Stay tuned for fancy banquet blog-action tomorrow, possibly featuring Big Time Celebrities!
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