1. Snow. We had some. 30 inches to be exact. Also, the wind sculpted it into these amazing ridges and valleys and drifts. Holy snowflakes – like 5′ tall drifts. Now, I know this aint no Buffalo, but for coastal New England, this is one hell of a lot of snow.
Yesterday was ‘hunker down & bake’ day. Today was ‘shovel’ day. Both were snow-days-off-from-school which has wreaked havoc on our routines, but it’s been a fun break, too. Been a rough January, so it was fun to give ourselves the days off.
And much more importantly, the citrus trees & bougainvillae plants I bought for the express purpose of keeping alive hope while the snows descended did their jobs perfectly.
I was ready for winter to be over long before this one ever began, but even I’ll confess that this storm was pretty darned fun.
2. I made ramen. Boy HOWDY did I make ramen. This ramen. And really, do yourself a favor and make it right now. It’s spicier than I would have thought from the recipe, and very rich. Also, when you make it, it makes a ton and the noodles slurp up all the broth. So just dump the whole batch in a big bowl in the fridge, and then when you’re ready for your ramen lunch, add quite a bit of boiling water to your helping to reconstitute the broth before you eat it – it’s still plenty rich. Seriously addictively delicious.
3. My kiddo is a full-on reader. And it sort of snuck up on me. I mean, I’ve been following his pre-reading picking out of words in pet stores etc., with giddy joy for a while now. But when he progressed from that to being able to pick out words while I was reading to him, to being able to just, well, read it himself, I sort of missed all that. Just all of a sudden, he’s reading. Not physics texts, obviously, but not See Spot Run, either. For the longest time we thought he was just pretending, because we know he memorizes books almost instantaneously & always has. (Nothing like having your reading corrected by a 2-year-old, “You got that word wrong, Mommy, it’s _____”) But he’s started doing it with new books, and unfamiliar books, and fairly complicated chapter books (though after a solid paragraph from a chapter book he’s ready to have a parent take over the reading chore so he can just kick back and enjoy the story.
Also, he’s been hiding my stash of index cards under a chair in the living room, so he can practice writing – lists of the things his Real Bunny is going to need in his new electric house. Sometimes the spelling is, er, extremely creative, but it makes sense from a shorthand transcriptionist’s point of view. Guess he’s going to be a court reporter someday…
4. The cat continues – slowly – to show minimal signs of progress. This is so hard. She’s such an easy-going cat she doesn’t really even mind the thrice-daily ‘hold the cat down & press on her bladder til it lets go’ routine. But I can’t do this indefinitely – everything else aside, I have to be present all day, every day, so her kidneys don’t fail. So she has to get it back, or–well, or else. And this sucks. Uncertainty is almost as bad as certain horribleness.
It does, however, make cleaning the litter box an exciting chore – somewhat akin to finding easter eggs. because as long as she’s improving, I don’t need to make any hard choices. So I’m all “LOOK! I FOUND ONE! A BIG CLUMP OF SOLIDIFIED PEE! YAY, MATTIE!”
If the neighbors are spying on us, they are quite convinced I’m completely, certifiably nutso.
5. I broke an egg in my coat pocket today. It was as disgusting as you might expect.
That is all.