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Sharing My World 41

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Proof that our winters here are seven months long.

SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2015 WEEK #49

What would be your ideal birthday present, and why?

I would like to have someone deposit a billion dollars in to my bank account with no strings attached, anonymously, tax free.  I believe that would make me deliriously happy.  Even though people say money can’t buy happiness.  Don’t you think it might be fun to test that theory and find out for yourself?  And see how long it would take to give the bulk of it away to people and causes you cared about?

But that’s probably asking for too much.  A gift certificate to Michael’s would be good too.

What color would you like your bedroom to be?

Deep purple with silver stars scattered all over the place.  It would be like sleeping in outer space.  Imagine a realtor trying to sell your house  totally flipping out about it.  At the moment it is a flat and rather boring creamy shade of pale yellow.  My whole house is a tribute to the colour yellow.  I have no idea why exactly, but yellow paint and I have this thing going on.  I pair it up with red, or blue, or orange, or brown, and it takes on all kinds of different characters.

Would you prefer snowy winters, or not, and why?

I do not like snow, never have and never will.  But I have always lived where there is lots of it for months at a time and have never experienced a winter without it so I don’t know if I would prefer it that way or not.  What in the world would I complain about all winter if there wasn’t any snow?

This year, so far, we have very little.  Yesterday it rained.  Christmas without snow will be weird if it happens.  But I have never been one to complain about weird.

Would you rather go a week without bathing, but be able to change your clothes, or a week without a change of clothes, but be able to bathe?

This is one of those crazy “this or that” questions where you don’t want to choose either one, because they are both equally disgusting.  Why must there be only two choices?  Why can’t we play “this, that, or the other thing”?

Okay, never mind, I will play along.  The biggest thing I hate about camping is never feeling clean if there is no way to have a hot shower every day.  I am much nicer to people when I’m clean.  So no change of clothes for a week seems like the lesser evil to me.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

For one reason or another (maybe it’s connected to the lack of snow) there seems to be an amazing absence of pressure about all things Christmas for me this year.  The grandkids will be off skiing.  I’ve had cards on my desk for weeks but no ambition to sign and send them.  We put up a little artificial tree and outside lights on a timer and hung some junk on the doors and put some ornaments around the fireplace. I don’t want to do any Christmas baking because it’s all sugary crap that’s not good for anyone.  My sugars will go berserk if I have too many cranberries with my turkey.  So bah humbug, I guess.

Our house is still upside down until we can get rid of all the post hip surgery stuff that takes up so much room.  I can’t remember a Christmas when we’ve been off to a doctor’s appointment on the 23rd of December, so that will be a first.  Then we are hoping W gets the ok to drive again and we can get back to our version of normal.

And that’s all she wrote for another who knows how many days of relaxing and putting things off and getting very little done.  It’s a good life, even without the billion dollar birthday.

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Art du Jour 23

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This was interesting to do because the paper is textured. And blue.  Her face is completely made up by me.  Sometimes it’s fun to just start drawing with no model or photo and see who you end up with.  In this case it appears to be a ballerina who stayed out in the cold just a tad too long.

Speaking of weather, which we weren’t, but we are now, our snow is melting!  Water is running down the driveway.  So I can’t go out, because what if it suddenly freezes and I slip on the ice and fall down and kill myself?  I can use the weather as an excuse for pretty much any scenario.

In other unrelated news, today I started organizing my pantry cupboard because I’m sick of trying to find things while other things hit me in the face.  All I wanted to do was make note of the baking supplies I have so that I don’t duplicate them.  Then I reorganized another cupboard and the fridge and finally the fridge freezer.  For just two people, we have a hell of a pile of food.  I probably have enough raisins to last me for the rest of my life.

So now I’m all prepared to go shopping, and for once, the list of things I don’t need is longer than the list of things I do for the things I want to make.  Like butter tarts totally loaded with raisins.  Whether you like them that way or not.  What else can you do with a ton of raisins?  I’m open to suggestions.  As long as they aren’t too complicated.

Hope your Thursday is going well and that you’re happy and warm wherever you may be.  Not like the blue Christmas fairy up there with her frozen eyeballs.

December It Is

Well look at me. I was going to take a well-earned day off from posting, but then I remembered that every day is a day off for me and do I really need to spend any of these days doing ABSOLUTELY nothing? Or could I just put that off until tomorrow or some other day.

And then as I was wasting time on Facebook looking at pages that I’ve liked in the past but which never ever come up on my news feed, I came across the following interesting thought-provoking stuff.

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Plus W mixed me a spiced rum and orange juice.  So I’m not completely responsible.

Back to the drawing board tomorrow.

Many Dog Nights

Winter Storm
Winter Storm (Photo credit: elycefeliz)

Winters icy fingers

Clutch my frozen heart

I’m lost in raw December darkness

Blizzard winds

Treacherous ice

Suffocating snow

Chilled to the depths of my Siberian soul.

Oh, wait!

There’s Christmas.

Never mind.

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So Where Are We Headed From Here?

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Winter snow (Photo credit: blmiers2)

Imagine my December Book of Days tossed carelessly on the snow, the wind whipping the pages and ripping some of the blank ones from their bindings to fly helter skelter into oblivion.

Now imagine me sitting here with weepy eyes and an elephant on my chest, groggy from having slept the afternoon away, a little sad about the missing pages, but without the energy to do anything about replacing them. They’re just gone.

Maybe this post-a-day thing has finally beaten me down, although I think I made an awesome stab at it.  There were some sad days in October where words seemed useless and empty or there was simply nothing left to say.  And these few days in December when falling asleep won hands down over staying conscious for even one more minute.

And now I’ve caught this stupid bug and my head is full of sludge.

But today I will not be thwarted by sludge head!  I’m here to explain that delightful button to your right which proclaims me to be one of many  Bloggers for Peace.  Please click on it and see where it takes you.  I am committing to doing a blog for peace every month in 2013.  I fell about a hundred blogs short on my Project 365, but that’s because I kept forgetting to put everything into that category.  So I’ll just slog on with that until I reach the magic number.  Because magic numbers are magical and we could all do with a little more magic in our lives.

I am going to try harder to accept the many Word Press Challenges.  Even when I think they’re stupid.  God knows I rarely come up with anything better on my own.  I will finally finish Alphabet Soup.  I will get Jazzy all the way to one hundred schmaltzy bits of advice with a wine glass that’s never empty.  I will write more poetry.  Before you run away screaming, come on, some of it might even be good.  There’s always that chance.

There will also be more tales for my poor neglected “Before The Lights Go Out”.  Because one of these days the lights will go out for real and there will still be so many stories left to tell.

So I guess that’s my vague master plan for the moment.  Now I’m going to drink a gallon of orange juice, take some decongestants and imagine myself being all bright and perky at work tomorrow.  And the next day, and the next, all the way to 2013.

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
May your every New Year dream come true

Sweet December song
The melody that saved me
On those less than silent nights
When snow would fall upon my bed
White sugar from Jesus
And take me to the day
She could always smile
The Virgin Child would always show, you see
Just to save me
(Just to save me)

There was always Christmas time
To wipe the year away
I guess that morning they’d decided
That the war would have to wait

There was always Christmas time
Jesus came to stay
I could believe in peace on Earth
And I could watch TV all day
So I dreamed of Christmas

Maybe since you’ve gone
I went a little crazy
God knows they can see (the child)
But the snow that falls upon my bed
That loving I needed
Falls every single day
For each and every child
The Virgin smiles for all to see
But you kept her from me

There was always Christmas time
To wipe the year away
I guess that morning they’d decided
That the war would have to wait

There was always Christmas time
Jesus came to stay
I could believe in peace on Earth
And I could watch TV all day
And so I dreamed of Christmas
Yes, I dreamed like you

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
May your every New Year dream come true

Santa Got Mail

There’s been a few days go missing in my December book of days, but now that the excitement has died down and the kids are off to new adventures I’m feeling like I just might make it to the end of 2012 after all.

I don’t know why Santa didn’t pick up his mail – perhaps his sleigh was loaded down with cookies by the time he got here.  It’s okay, I’ll be saving this delightful card for him for another time.

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It’s a good idea to get the to/from business out of the way right off the bat, and follow that up with pictures so there’s no confusion as to who’s who.  And of course compliments are always nice.

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Maybe there’s no point in telling him what you want until you’re sure he’s totally on board with the fact that you’ve been Good.  And a big toothy smile can’t hurt.

Hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday, and that you got to spend time with the people you love.

Weathering the Storm

English: Mayan calendar created by a modern cr...
English: Mayan calendar created by a modern craftsman (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve gotten a little distracted from my December 2012 book of days adventure in which I was supposed to be summarizing my daily preparations for the last day on the Mayan Calendar.  Although since there was never any really firm plan, I suppose I can say I haven’t gotten too far off track yet.  If you don’t know where you’re going, it’s pretty much impossible to be lost.

We got a ridiculous amount of snow today, and there’s more on the way.  The roads are crap, there’s ice everywhere, and intersections can be treacherous.  There are minor and major accidents happening all over the place, sometimes despite how careful we all think we’re being.  I wish someone would declare the month of December one big long snow day so we could all stay home until the new year.  Maybe I was a hibernating bear in a past life.

But hey!  What can we do except make the best of it?  Every day is a perfect day for something, and I think today was custom made for singing along with Kay Starr to this Irving Berlin song!  All together now – one, two, three….

The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing,
but I can weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
I’ve got my love to keep me warm.
I can’t remember a worse December
Just watch those icicles form!
What do I care if icicles form?
I’ve got my love to keep me warm.

Off with my overcoat, off with my glove.
I need no overcoat, I’m burning with love.
My heart’s on fire, the flame grows higher,
so I will weather the storm.
What do I care how much it may storm?
I’ve got my love to keep me warm.

Ready, Set, Go December!

A Christmas minstrel playing pipe and tabor.
A Christmas minstrel playing pipe and tabor. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is a pretty important December being that it’s the end of the world as we know it in 21 days.  So in honor of that I’ve created a brand new category called December 2012 Book of Days.  I will write a post a day describing how I prepared for whatever is going to happen, accompanied by some obscure Christmas music to make it all slightly less boring.

Because today my life was not brimming with excitement.  All I did was go to work, sell seven pairs of glasses and see a couple of contact lens patients.  Everybody is busy preparing for Christmas as if the end of the world is never going to happen.  And maybe it won’t.  But it never hurts to brace yourself for it, right?

Here’s how people complained about the cold weather in the 1940’s. They just don’t make Christmas videos like this anymore.

Over the Second Cup

Snow Globe

Good morning world.  In my little spot on the planet the snow is coming down so heavily it looks like a thick fluffy blanket hanging from the sky.  We’re stuck in one big crazily shaken snow globe.  I’ll be out there driving in it soon.  Yay.  But not before I finish my second cup of coffee while writing yet another installment for the ongoing saga of my life in lists.  Man, I love lists.  Whoever invented lists is my hero.

These are my random thoughts for the day, in no well thought out order whatsoever.

1. The election is over at last for our American friends, and, for whatever it’s worth, this Canadian is happy with the results.  What’s good for you is often also good for us.  And I’m so sick of hearing all things political at the moment but I’m sure my little sigh of relief was lost in the great collective one to the south of us.  Time for some serious back to normal.

2.  Having a house husband around certainly has its perks.  I can give him a grocery list, and he goes off and buys stuff.  Last night when I came home he was barbecuing pork chops in the garage.  Yes, I think he does realize it’s November, but his barbecuing compulsion is proving to be a hard one to shut down.  Maybe by Christmas he’ll give it up.  Then I’ll get him going on the George Foreman Grill.  I may never cook again.

3. W has just informed me that we have a heavy snow fall warning in effect in our area and that it’s supposed to keep right on snowing all day long.  See how useful he can be?  He loves his snow blower even more than he loves the barbecue.

4.  December is the deadest month there is in the optical business.  Nobody that I know of ever decides to put a brand new pair of glasses in a childs stocking.  For the rest of this month and into the next, my working hours have been cut back, supposedly to make the wages number look better on paper.  But I also have been given the time off over Christmas that I requested, so I am not going to utter even one word of complaint.  Well, okay, maybe one.  But no more than that.  This will give me more time to shop and to make probably twice as many lists as I would have done with a normal work schedule.  So everybody wins.

5.  Thanks to sillyliss, one of my awesome blogging friends, for a lovely comment in which she mentioned the name of an author I greatly admire. I have downloaded the newest Kate Morton book to my kindle – The Secret Keeper.  That would no doubt be a great one for curling up with when we’re snowed in.  And can’t make it to work.  Even though it’s like a ten minute drive away on a normal day.  Well it’s a nice thought anyway.

My second cup is empty.  My list is done.  As long as the world never runs out of coffee, I feel like I can face anything it throws my way.  Or at least have the strength to make a list of all the reasons why I can’t.

Heading for the Darkest Day

It’s officially December when the calendar says day two and the snow starts to fall on everyone’s blog.  But only if they want it to.  I’m told it will turn itself off on the 4th of January and I sincerely wish it would turn itself off in real life too.

We have one blustery wind out there that’s been blowing all night long.  At three fifteen a.m. I dragged myself out of bed to see what the hell was making such a gawd-awful racket in the back yard.  Three big cylindrical metal cans were blowing back and forth across the cement driveway and taking turns crashing into the fence with every strong gust of wind.  So I put on my running shoes and zipped up my coat over my night-gown and went out and picked them all up and put them as quietly as I could in the small space between the fence and the garage.  It would have been really funny if I’d locked myself out of the house, hey?  But I didn’t, and W didn’t even miss a beat sawing logs.  I’m sure he’s the culprit who collected the cans and put them wherever it was that they were able to blow over and wake me up.

Obviously I’m back home.  And back to work where they’re trying to kill me by scheduling me for three days in a row, one day off, three days in a row, one day off, THREE MORE FREAKIN’ DAYS IN A ROW and finally three days off.  Yesterday I spent most of the day baking apple pies because Margaret brought back a whole whack of apples from her BC holiday and shared them with us,  and I decided that would be the best way to use them up and poison my husband all in one fell swoop – with pastry made from white flour, a cancerous chicken egg, vinegar and animal fat;  fruit cooked until all the nutrients are gone and half a cup of deadly white sugar laced with cinnamon.  All those things are extremely bad for you and I’m not going to eat any of it.  Well I don’t know about the cinnamon, but I’m sure someone somewhere can figure out that an overdose of it will give you arthritis or migraines or something sinister like that.

I’m trying to stick to my regime of healthy fruit shake in the morning, dark leafy green salad things for lunch with some kind of protein mixed in, and half the time I’m so full of great nutrients and so tired from work that I don’t bother with dinner and just go straight to bed.  Thus my neglect of this space has been justified.  I’m drinking copious amounts of water.  And taking vitamin supplements.  My sister sent me the book “Never Be Sick Again” by Raymond Francis and it’s rather disturbing how we’re all over fed and under nourished.  Not that we don’t know it, but it’s hard to change all our bad pie habits.

But I have to draw the line at giving up coffee.  Sorry, but right now I can’t do it.  We’re heading for the 21st of December and all that darkness means I have to use some kind of artificial stimulant to stay awake.  Might as well be something that tastes good.

I have to go to WORK!!  Damn.  Going there seriously interferes with my blogging time.  I only came here to point out the lovely snowfall on my blog and got carried away with all the incredibly interesting things I have to blather on about.  I’m sure there will be more as the month progresses and the daylight dwindles and the snow keeps snowing.