Saturday, January 31, 2009
Now, back to me. I'll condense this for ya.
Hubby tried for three straight days and nights to keep fires burning in the fireplaces, in an effort to keep the internal temperture of the house above freezing. It was 3:30 am Thursday when he brought in the last load of firewood. It was give up time. By this point in the game, the roads were more like a hockey rink than a road. And the temp in the house was hoovering around 40, but dropping fast. Flash forward several hours, after lots of ice chipping and scraping and sweating and the mandatory heart attack prevention breaks, the hubby, the d.o.g. and I piled up in the only vehicle we had tire chains for and prayed our way up the driveway and down the scariest hill you EVER laid eyes on. (thank you Jesus!)
We headed over to his mother's house. She is a wonderful person who has been nothing but good to me, however, her house is so small you have to go outside to turn around. And, did I mention, there are three of us in this marriage? Me + hubby + d.o.g. I'm not calling names, but you've seen her, Petite is one thing she has never been accused of. Oh, did I also mention that hubby's brother and SIL arrived from Texas for their semi-annual visit on Thursday? So in this tiny (albeit warm) little house, we have MIL, BIL, SIL, hubby, d.o.g. and me. Now before you think me ungrateful, I am not ungrateful. I am deeply thankful for the light and heat, but did I mention that her hot water heater died sometime before I got thawed out, naked and in her shower? Oh yeah. I got about 60 seconds of warm warm before it turned to ice water. That's right. Now, did I tell you that my mother-in-law is 92 years old and deaf as a stone? So, there I am, naked, soppin' wet, politely screaming at the top of my lungs, "Nana, do you have the hot water heater turned off?", but do you think she heard me, no. Everyone else was outside shoveling. So, there I sat on a broken toilet seat, frozen, again, dripping wet from head to toe, in this broom closet of a bathroom with a tea towel for warmth regretting the day I let her talk me out of replacing all of her bath towels because she didn't want the big electric bill for washing and drying those big, thick, fluffy, Turkish-ly wonderful towels I cornered at a Macy's sale. No, she said, didn't want 'em, and I let her get away with it. I got 'em, you bet I got 'em and they were neatly folded in my 20 degrees warm linen closet back home! AAARRRRRggggggggg! Okay, gather self. I can do this.
Warning, this is the part of the story where I'm really going to sound like an ingrate.
I won't even explore the virtues of the pillows and sheets she bought in 1942 (not making this up). However, hubby, dog and I will sleep in a bed that might be one of those "super singles"? Ever heard of these? Just a little bigger than a single. Considering we've spent the last two days tettering on hypothermia, sharing a small bed isn't the worst thing in the world. No, not at all. Hell, we've vacationed in Europe, we are experienced small bed sleepers, but, did I mention this very small bed had been mechanically and permanently altered to be on a 30 degree incline? Yep, that's right. MIL heard on the T.V. that it was good to sleep with your head elevated so she called in the carpenters. Must work (she is 92 years old). And the walls in this small but warm house, paper thin. Not only did I hear every snore, wheeze and whine from everyone in the house, I also heard the NEIGHBOR snoring. I am not making this up. At this point, the dog sat up straight in the bed and looked me in the eye. I heard her loud and clear. "Seriously?!!??!!" she was saying. I know, we are all spoiled rotten little creatures of comfort and all, but COME ON!!!! My mantra, it's warm here, it's warm here, it's warm here.
It was Friday before hubby and I realized we hadn't eaten an actual meal for awhile. I had had my last dose of caffeine on Monday. That's right. Can we say cranky? So, we tried to do what we could to repair things at MIL's that needed repaired (hot water heater, broken toilet seat, drippy faucettes, etc) as well as eat a couple of warm meals while trying not to count the ticks of the second hand. Then the news came that it could be Sunday before we got power restored.
Okay, more gathering. Let's do what every lost soul does when all else fails, GO TO WAL-MART! Oh, but guess what? It was welfare check day. Ha! PERFECT! Kill me now.
Wrap up: praise God, praise God, the power was restored around 2:30 pm today. I ventured home (still on an ice rink) shortly thereafter. Hubby decided to stay at MIL's a bit longer to rest up from our ordeal. Gladly, with a song in my heart, I shoveled the driveway for a couple of hours in order to safely drive into the garage and begin the ugliness of cleaning out the fridge/freezer.
Tomorrow's agenda: long, hot shower; more Wal-mart shopping to restock all things lost; cook piping hot pot of chili and cheesy chive bread; lots of celebrating around our walking, talking 60" big screen tv as the Steelers lay it to the Cardinals; and more praising God for electricity.
Oh, what's that? I think I hear my bed calling, friends. Sorry, I'm going to need to take this call.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I took the snow/sleet/ice storm that kept me home from work today as a sign from higher up that I should finish up that Christmas SAL I started Sunday. So, I did. Not sure what this little cutie wants to be when it grows up, but maybe a flat fold (easel)? Saw a great tutorial over on Vonna's blog that might just play up perfectly. If the photo had turned out better, you'd be able to see the liberal sparkles in the fabric. It suits the pattern to a T.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Seriously? Who sits on freebies for two and a half years? Apparently, you're talking to her. Anyway, today was just the excuse I was looking for to pull it out. As an added bonus, today's wintery mix of weather set the perfect stage for Christmas stitching. (this is me faking excitement about some really nasty weather).
No photos of Jingle yet because I didn't finish it, but I'm already looking forward to February 25th!
Friday, January 23, 2009
It has been SO cold for SO long, I could not believe my eyes (and senses) driving home tonight! As you can see, 55 degrees, and at 5:00 pm! WOW!
I am positive that my latest finish and this weather phenomenon is no coincidence. If I had only thought of freeing those little hostages earlier!
Wonder where my "Lucky me, I'm a lotto winner" pattern went?
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Isn't the ribbon a lovely match?
Monday, January 19, 2009
I am so proud of my country to have seen past it's prejudices far enough to recognize brilliance and potential when they see it. Yes, you are young and somewhat green when it comes to the ways of Washington, we all know this. But I have a feeling you are a quick study. Be a quick study, Mr. President.
Be brave, strong, courageous, smart, alert, and above the fray.
With that said, I have a couple of requests on behalf of myself and my prosterity:
- Form a more perfect Union for us
- Insure our domestic Tranquility
- Defend us from all enemies foreign and domestic
- Promote our general welfare
- Secure our Blessings of Liberty
I know it's a tall order, but these are our expectations.
God Bless and God Speed, Mr. President!
What a surprise!!!!!
This was found on my bedside table this morning with a little note:
Please accept this small token of our appreciation for rescuing us
Carrot, Periwinkle, Butternut Squash, and Spring Grass
Wasn't that thoughtful of them? Bless their hearts.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Caller: Hello! Hello!
Me: Hello? Who's calling please?
Caller: This is Carrot! Butternut Squash, Spring Grass and Periwinkle are here with me too!
Caller: We're being held hostage!
Me: Really? Where?
Caller: All I know is it's a pretty big box; only marking says "P.I.G.s". It's really crowded in here and I'm afraid we're running out of oxygen!
Me: You just hang on! I'm on it.
I rush downstairs, whip open the PIG storage box, and sure enough, there lay "Hello Spring" all kitted up with Carrot, Periwinkle, Butternut Squash and Spring Grass. Without hesitation, I ripped open the baggie and retrieved the four hostages.
Carrot: AAHHHHhhhhh. Fresh air. Wow, it's been awhile.
Me: How long have you guys been trapped in there?
Carrot: Months? Years? Not sure.
Me: Well, you do not have to worry about that awful place ever again.
Me: Really. Let's get you upstairs and introduce you to some others who have been through what you've been through.
Carrot: Great! But...
Me: But what?
Carrot: What about the others?
To be continued...
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
According to Wikipedia (and my Irish Catholic mother), Little Christmas, or Nollaig Bheag in Irish, is one of the traditional names in Ireland for January 6, more commonly known in the rest of the world as the Epiphany. It is so called because it was the day on which Christmas Day was celebrated under the Roman calendar, before the adoption of the Gregorian calendar. And, according to my mother, we could take all the ornaments off the tree but the star topper had to stay until January 6th because the Wise Men were still traveling by it's light to Bethlehem. This was also the day we could add the wise men figurines with the rest of the Nativity.
Little Christmas is also referred to as Women's Christmas or sometimes even Women's Little Christmas. It is so called because of the tradition, of Irish men taking on all the household duties for the day and giving their spouses a day off. Most women will either hold parties or go out to celebrate the day with their friends, sisters, mothers, aunts etc. Bars and restaurants usually have a majority female clientele on this night. Children often buy presents for their mothers and grandmothers, and it resembles Mother's Day in this respect.
So maybe next year, you'll remember Little Christmas, leave the light on for the Magi, and have a little get together with your gal pals. Sounds to me like an excellent excuse for a stitch-over!