The other day when W asked me what I was doing I told him I had to go see what my space people were up to. How’s that for a ripsnorter of an answer.
“Ripsnorter” was the word of the day last whatever day it was, I can’t remember and it doesn’t matter, but it stuck in my head because my dad used to like that word to describe something he thought was particularly great. Or terrible. Or bizarre. I liked the “ripsnorter of a storm” nights when he woke everyone up and herded us all downstairs into the living room where we waited for one of our big old maple trees to be struck by lightning and crash through our roof. Best not to be on the top floor if that happened.
I think he might have called my sister Ann a little ripsnorter when she would jump into the pig pen with the dog making him bark and move the pigs around, generally causing mayhem in an enclosed space. It’s a wonder she didn’t get trampled. She has calmed down a lot since then.
We have had such a mild and pleasant winter until just lately when the temperatures decided to plummet. And I mean plummet in a completely ripsnorter-y fashion. I am wearing big socks and a hoodie and drinking hot coffee mostly to warm up my hands. Even turned up the heat at one point. And I’ve hauled out my winter coat. I think old bones feel the cold more intensely.
Or perhaps physical inactivity is a contributing factor, for example, sitting under a blanket watching multiple episodes of “Dark Matter” on Netflix and having a hard time remembering what the series is called and referring to it as a space show. With space people. They all woke up from stasis on their space ship with their memories erased. Sort of like I feel some mornings before getting out of bed. What day is it? Why am I singing “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence” in my head? Why is this floor so damned cold??
The best character is an android. I love her. She has ridiculous hair. It’s a ripsnorter of a hair do.
Also i am busy doing some Christmas baking even though I can’t eat any of it. The fudge is done and also some rolled up concoction consisting mainly of chocolate and mini marshmallows and coconut which my kids once named the Christmas turds before they were unwrapped and sliced in to more appetizing cookie like shapes.
Shortbread today I think. Then some butter tarts. I came across a recipe for cranberry meatballs so I tried those last night. Kind of sickeningly sweet, so maybe more of an hors d’œuvre than a main dish. And this year I am going to make some kind of a steamed pudding and make everyone try some. That’s the one thing I miss from my childhood Christmases. Being absolutely stuffed but still digging into a plate of hot Christmas pudding covered in a rich butter and brown sugar sauce.
Neither my kids nor W liked it so I quit making it. My moms version was the ripsnorter one for sure but I will make one less like a Christmas cake and tell them it’s something called sticky toffee pudding cake. ‘Tis the season to be cunning and devious. I love how steamed pudding makes the kitchen smell and steams up the windows, which will turn to ice which will make W freak out.
He has ripsnorter freak outs. He will vehemently deny this, but its true. After my baking I will be tired and grumpy so I’m looking forward to my space people having way worse lives than I do cheering me up.
In other unrelated non-holiday news, I have gone for my pulmonary breathing test from hell where I had to wear a clothes pin thing on my nose and mouth breathe into a tube for 30 minutes in various strange ways as instructed by some guy who has a very weird job for sure. I will venture out into the cold again tomorrow to get some shopping done. Less than two weeks to go.
Hope you’re having a ripsnorter of a December. Stay warm.