Monday, February 22, 2010

SNOW PICTURES!!!

Now, all you people who experience snow frequently, don't poo-poo my snow event. It had not snowed in south Georgia since 1973, so when it happens, you have to celebrate it.






These pictures were taken about 30 minutes after the snow started. The snow got thicker as the evening went on. And it was mostly gone by morning. It was nice while it lasted.



Here's Bagheera on the sofa. She's been curling up in my lap lately. I like that.



These are the four furballs at chow time. They love their canned cat food.

OK, that's all my snow and cat pictures.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

No Pictures... Wa-a-ahh!

I was going to post some pictures of the SNOW IN SOUTH GEORGIA, but my camera decided to mess up, so I'll just tell you about it. I'll post the pictures when I figure out what's wrong with my camera.

All day this past Friday, the main topic of conversation, no matter who you talked to, was the possibility of snow. And all day I kept saying, "I'll believe it when I see it." Small Public Institution closes at 3:00 pm on Fridays, so I went home and took a nap. About 5:15 pm I opened my eyes and realized there was white stuff on the trees outside. I jumped up and went to the room where Richard was and told him to get outside and take pictures. I put on some shoes and my jacket and took my own camera outdoors. The first thing I noticed when I got out there was the clean, fresh smell of snow, something I hadn't experienced since we left Athens. I took several pictures from the porches of the house (it was cold and I wanted to get back indoors to the fire). Richard got out in the road and took the prettiest picture of the house with the snow coming down. Our house is blue with white trim, so the picture was all blue and white. Lovely.

Richard and I have decided to enter the twenty-first century: We bought a large, flat-screen TV. We replaced a 24-year-old, 21-inch, Montgomery Ward color TV and a VCR that we were using as our cable box. We got it on Sunday and Richard set it up that afternoon. It took me about a minute and a half to get used to it. WOW, is it wonderful. I can read all the text on the news channels and the weather channel. I was beginning to think I needed new glasses, but I guess what I really needed was a TV I can see. The Olympics look great on a large-screen TV and I can't wait for baseball season to start.

Speaking of the Olympics, I entered the Knitting Olympics. (See the Yarn Harlot's website.) The idea is to cast on after the Olympic Flame is lit, knit something challenging, and to finish by the closing ceremony on the 28th. Since I'm not the world's greatest or fastest knitter, I chose to knit a Mistake-Rib scarf. I only get to knit at night and on weekends, and since I work longs days, my biggest challenge is not to fall asleep at night while I'm knitting. Maybe when I have more experience I can do something more challenging. I admire those people who can knit a whole sweater in 17 days. I'm "watching" the Olympics while I'm knitting, and occasionally I get distracted by what's happening on the TV, so I have to pause the knitting and watch. I'm one of those knitters who has to keep both eyes on the knitting if I don't want to screw up.

Richard and I had a date the other night. We went to Albany (about 45 minutes west of here) to the Outback Steakhouse to have an anniversary-dinner do-over (I was sick on our anniversary, and even though we went out, I did not enjoy it much), and to celebrate Valentine's Day. We thought we would go early to avoid the crowds, but half of Albany had the same idea. We had to cruise the parking lot for about five minutes until we spotted a car backing out of a space. It was standing room only when we got inside, so we took our beeper and sat at the bar, perused the menu, and had a drink. We finally got a table and the rest of the evening went pretty smoothly. We opted not to have a Bloomin' Onion, reserving our appetites for dessert instead. The salads came and I changed my mind about the type of dressing I wanted, but the waiter was gracious and got me some blue cheese. The entrees were cooked to order and tasty, and our desserts of cheesecake, mine with chocolate sauce and Richard's with raspberry, were very good. After we finished at the restaurant, we went across the road to the mall and visited a real bookstore (something we don't have in Tifton). I bought two books, The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, and Devil's Brood by Sharon Kay Penman. Devil's Brood is a historical novel about Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitaine. It's 740+ pages long and has some of the tiniest type I've ever seen in a novel. Reading it will be a challenge for my myopia but I'm sure I'll get used to it after I've been reading for a little while.

I'll have pictures as soon as I diagnose my camera's problem. Everybody take care.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Things That Cheer Me Up


1. Flowers, especially those given to me as a gift, like these roses that my niece gave me for my birthday last year. They were just rosebuds when I got them, and they blossomed nicely, didn't they?

2. Ice cream on a hot summer night. Richard and I don't buy ice cream very often but when we do we get the good stuff with a high butterfat content. Yum! Love me some butter pecan!

3. Chocolate. I don't consider it candy if it doesn't have chocolate in it or on it. The comedian Gallagher said that chocolate goes straight to a place in your brain right next to sex. I believe it. My favorite candy bar is a Snickers. Unfortunately, I think, the vending machine just down the hall has them. I try to be good and not have eight or ten in a day.

4. A good, fun romantic comedy. One of my favorites is Must Love Dogs, with Diane Lane and John Cusack. Another one I like is The American President, with Annette Bening and Michael Douglas.

5. A good murder mystery. When I was in library school I took a young adult literature class. One of the books we were assigned was The Handmaid's Tale, by Margaret Atwood. I read the entire book in one day, and it was so-o-o depressing I had to read three murder mysteries to cheer myself up. The thing I like about mysteries is that the bad guy almost always gets his just desserts in the end. Very satisfying.

6. Something witty popping out of Richard's mouth. He's got a quick mind and a good sense of humor and he makes me laugh frequently. Laughing is healthy.

7. Knitting. I get settled in the recliner just the right way that is so comfortable for knitting and I go to town. Sometime Lila (the cat) jumps up on the footrest and settles in between my ankles. The cats used to love to play with my needles when I was knitting, but they're getting older now and less playful. At least now I can knit in peace.

8. Christmas. I look forward to Christmas every year, mostly because it involves getting together with family. I love the decorations, especially those where people have gone a little nuts with the lights on their houses and in their yards.

9. A fire in the fireplace. We have a gas fireplace now, but in our last house we had a big wood-burning fireplace. Richard would build a big fire and warm us up good. Even our gas fireplace warms us nicely on a chilly night. The cats love it. They flake out in front of the fire and enjoy the warmth.

10. Hot soup. Richard and I save our soup-making for cold weather. It really hits the spot when the weather is cool. Some of our favorites are clam chowder (I have a really good recipe), macaroni and tomato soup, chili soup (this is one of my grandmother's recipes), and a recent discovery: smoked sausage, tomato and mushroom soup.

11. Hurtin' songs. Hurtin' songs are country songs the subject of which is unrequited love. I don't know why they cheer me up, but they do. You'd think they'd depress me. I guess I'm just weird. One of my favorites is called "Sorrowful Angels" from Patty Loveless's Mountain Soul CD. My favorite line is: "and when her heart was broke and bleeding, sorrowful angels wept into their wings."

I guess eleven cheering things are enough. Just to send you off happy, here's another flower picture. This is a purple leaf smoke tree. You can see where it gets its name.


Cheers to all of you!