shrine to winter
Hey, despite the blinding white light outside called the sun, I'm stuck inside with the head cold. I have been healthy practically all winter so it's about time. It's dark in the house, I've pulled the shades, and have the air conditioning on. It's like I'm setting up a little shrine to winter.
As if summer will never arrive, I tap away at my (now working! Yay!) computer. I'm ordering books. Ajax for Dummies by "Steve Ph.D. Holzner" (great middle name, Steve), Web ReDesign 2.0: Workflow that Works by Kelly Goto, and Getting Real by a buncha folks at 37signals. While doing this, I'm watching House and bonding with paper products.
Later this evening I will chop tomatoes for the bruchetta. For about two months, we have started Wednesday as Game Night in our house. So far, game night has always ended in tears, but big things start small. The most consistent thing about game night so far is my cooking: always an appetizer, a normally-verboten sugary drink, then an entree more on the expensive/convenience side of the spectrum than normal. Tonight, bruchetta for the grownups and pretzels for the kids. Reed's extra ginger brew for the grownups and orange soda for the kids. Omelettes tonight - likely a scramble since I've lost my touch with eggs, I hardly make them anymore - with mexican farmer cheese, black olives, and (the expensive part) crab. The dinner will interrupt the games which usually start right away at 6:30. For a while we used to only have chutes and ladders. Then we got Uno, that's always good for a stretch. Have to keep the discard pile in a bowl, though, to keep it from getting knocked over. Sometimes we played Terrace, a game my dh's grandfather in law developed. Terrace is visually beautiful and very tactile, but much too mensa society despite the simple rules. Last Saturday I purchased one of the old Operation games at a rummage sale that had most of the original bones. We have also acquired Hungry Hungry Hippos, but have lost the marbles and some of the Operation bones already. Going rate for finding a marble or a bone in the living room is 25 cents. Perhaps that will be tonight's game.
Anyway, it's pretty dark around here. Not quite ready for summer, mentally, physically, emotionally, or wardrobe-ally. We'll see how I feel when the meds wear off.