Friday, January 27, 2017
We're having a real January this year. I say real because it truly feels like winter to me, with numerous storms (both rain and snow have fallen, in decent amounts), frigid nights and plenty of the cold, sunny days that I really love. Our home rain gauge, the digital display for which hangs on a wall in the family room, says that we have had 1.27 inches of precipitation so far this month. The average total for January, at the Sunport, is under half an inch, so I'd say we're doing really well. Indoors, I couldn't be happier about the real winter we're having. It's the usual tea and afghans (you know me), but also a lot more reading and crafting than I have done in a while. I've just finished a biography of Joan Didion that I really enjoyed, The Last Love Song, and also recently read Bruce Springsteen's book Born to Run, which you really should read. Just read it.
Thank you for the kind words about our hen, Penny. I think we're all doing okay with it. The LB is not an emotionally demonstrative child, never has been, but we've talked a lot. Both children have experienced a pet's death before, when our dog, Angus, died in 2012. They were seven and four at the time, and probably didn't fully understand what was happening, but they were there when the dog died (we had him euthanized after a short but very serious illness). They were able to say goodbye to him. He'd always been around, from before they were born, and he probably seemed somewhat like furniture to them. With Penny, it's different because they're older, but also because they helped raise her from a chick. They're very excited for new hens and I think they'll remember their first ones fondly as they grow up. Betty, the surviving hen, is doing well. I think she'll be around for a while. I've been trying to take extra time to talk to her and pet her, now that she's alone. She's a little confused, maybe, but it's hard to tell with a hen. She's mostly been her slow, calm self.
Next door, there's a new roof being installed. The noise has been horrendous - hammering, sawing, shouting, trucks idling all day long on the street. There are old shingles all over the ground, in our yard too, and I hope they'll be picking them up. There has been endless work on this house for two years now and I can't wait for them to finish. I don't know what was so bad about this house to begin with, but it was sold to new people and I guess they have a vision for it. I've only seen the people themselves a handful of times, though I know they live there. They've certainly created a beautiful backyard if they ever decide to come outside to experience it.
I've been feeling poorly for a couple of days and staying close to home as much as I can. I'm enjoying life at home very much these days, as I often find in the winter. When it's cold outside, I feel more inclined to clean, for one thing, so the house is very neat right now. My little ivy plant is growing a lot and I'm feeling (perhaps prematurely) that I can definitely, for sure keep this one alive. I bought a cheap bunch of alstroemeria more than a week ago and it's still going strong. I put a few stems in the dining room and a few in the kitchen. Alstroemeria has become my go-to flower in winter, until tulips are more plentiful. As with tulips, I usually go for the bright pinks and purples. I've been trying to srpuce things up around the house, with new curtains for the living room and dining room (off-white sheer panels) and for the kitchen (ivory cotton valances), and new bedding for the small Bears (both got new comforter sets from Target, Pillowfort brand for kids, which has some really cute stuff). Next, I want a new comforter for my bed, but I'm still firming up those illustrious afghan plans, don't you know.
I received a package in the mail this week, something I'd been waiting for since before Christmas. It's a special-edition Misty Copeland Barbie doll! Maybe it's a little silly for a 38-year-old woman to buy herself a Barbie doll. It was unusually impulsive of me to buy such a thing. But the GB, a ballerina herself, adores Misty Copeland and I think she's pretty awesome too. I'll probably put the Barbie in the GB's Easter basket, but for now she's my secret treasure. There's just something about a brand-new doll, isn't there? Neat and tidy, every hair in place, and in Misty's case, every flame-red feather (she's dressed for her role in Firebird) beautifully arrayed.
I hope you have a good weekend! I'm going to continue taking it a bit easy while I get over this cold (my first in many months, thankfully). There will be reading and crochet, in between the usual weekend activities. For now, I'm staying warm, trying to ignore the hammering, and savoring the last little while before it's time for school pick-up. In the kitchen, there's a cup of tea with my name on it, and in the living room, a bag of new library books. If I get bored, there's a heck of a lot of yarn and a dazzling Barbie to admire. I'll all hooked up.