I brought winter with me
I am sitting in GrannyJ’s office, watching it snow. Nothing is sticking here, but up the hill in Small Mountain University Town they have actually closed Small Mountain University due to “severe weather”. Everyone–from the desk personnel at Budget Rent-a- place to the family friend we had dinner with last night–has made jokes about how “cold” it is here. I just goggle at them, thinking, “You keep saying that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
(By the way, GrannyJ says that I needed to precede the previous post with the all-important words “After I got off the plane in Phoenix”, so that folks know where I am. I am here [at GrannyJ's], and OmegaDad and OmegaDotter are back home.)
Even with the “winter”, though, and its associated cloudy skies, I am getting twice as much light here as at home. Here, the sun rose today at 7:2 a.m. and will set at 5:22 p.m.; back home, the it came up at 10:13 a.m. and will go down at 3:34. In essence, I get double the daylight. Woot! It makes an amazing difference.
In all, it’s just quiet and pleasant and relaxing, which is what I have been needing.
Back home, the first disaster was the Gingerbread Toast. We had a lovely gingerbread house. It was still being decorated, bit by bit. It was awaiting the final touches at the hands of my husband and dotter, snugly stashed away in the oven.
You can see where this is going, right?
OmegaDad decided to make “hot dogs on a stick” for the dotter Sunday night. This requires the broiler. Alas, he had forgotten that the gingerbread house was in the oven. The end result: toasted gingerbread house, with charred decorations. He has promised me that he took photographic evidence, so when I return home, I will post before and after pictures.
Tomorrow, I write about homework again…
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