THIS WEEK IN REFLECTION
We’ve reached that point in the year when we can all relate to this gem:
What’s even more fun is that Nick is off from work the whole week, so we have to spend it together. I figured I would feint right and punch left by giving Nick an activity as a Christmas gift: go to a brewery, stay in that city overnight in a historic building, and finally meet Ashleigh @ Cupcakes & Machetes and her husband with the gloooorious hair! It’s only 131 miles. We could make it in, like 2.5 hours! Hooray! The nice meteorologist people said that because the ground was so warm, the snow that would start falling the afternoon of our departure would melt instantly.
We drove about 35 miles per hour the whole way. Car crashes and slide offs and one Amazon Prime van on its side and four hours later, we made it. And, you guys? She’s amazing.
It felt like I’d know her for ages, and looking back, I see we have an email thread that is 77 emails long, so yeah, lol. And the best part? She gives great hugs. The quickest way to hurt my feelings is give me a side hug. If you’re not a hugger, be a high-fiver, or a fist-bumper, or a wave-at-a-distance person like Garth Algar in Wayne’s World. But don’t be a side-hugger. Ew. Her spouse is also a great hugger, and call me weird, but I petted his hair and talked about braiding it. What can I say, it’s my secret love: braiding anyone’s hair.
The next day Nick and I wandered the downtown area, grabbing some breakfast and going through antique stores. How strange one downtown can support two antique stores, and both were nice. I’m used to dusty pole barn-like locations, where the antiques are valuable simply because they sat in Meemaw’s attic for ages, and not because they’ve any usefulness. And haunted. Everything looks cobweb-haunted. But not these stores. I ended up buying a measuring glass, a baking dish with a lid (I used to have this same baking dish — no lid — that broke ages ago) and some retro 70’s-looking canisters for flour, sugar, etc.
I’ve also been emailing back and forth with Bill @ The Australian Legend this week to see how life in sweaty Australia is. I think Bill might be the full-of-cheese guy right now, but I did promise an update about two things: is there snow, and has the Jason Voorehees mask that plays clips from horror movies when you boop its nose scared me yet. Okay, 1) it just started snow and should snow over night. I haven’t been outside, so I cannot tell if this is a wet or dry snow, but likely it’s wet given the warmer weather lately. 2) Seriously, right before I started this post, I booped Jason’s nose and scared the shit out of Nick. I said, “Don’t yell at me! You invented this nightmare!”
Since we were gone for Christmas and then home for a day and then gone for two days again for our visit, we had few groceries in the kitchen. I don’t want to go to the store because I have this thing where I go on Wednesdays. It’s not Wednesday. Don’t judge me. So I tried making food with whatever is in the apartment and came up with mushroom, turkey hot dog, onion pizza for New Year’s Eve:
None of the ingredients are quite right, and I made it real big because I was like “I’m never cooking in 2021 again!” We got a gift certificate to a cupcake place so we DID go out and get those for midnight. We have a puppy chow (a Midwest thing) cupcake and peppermint chocolate:
We did the count down with CBS on TV, which had hosts in Nashville. I was happy to not watching that stupid sea of people in purple Planet Fitness hats in Times Square, but I had no clue who anyone was. Well, until I saw Hootie and got excited to recognize SOME celebrity, but then had to remind myself he’s Darius Rucker now. Sorry, Hootie.
January 1st and we’ve reached the metaphorical “full-of-cheese” part of life: the new year. Things got so confusing that Biscuit and I had book club scheduled four times this past week, but we’re all squared away now.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
I’m so glad my review of A Man Without Words by Susan Schaller garnered so many comments and questions, and I hope that even if you don’t pick up her memoir that you’re aware that languageless adults do exist, and there are more than you’d think.
And for those of you who jump on and read my posts right at 6:00AM (or whatever time zone you’re in) and didn’t see anything on Thursday, thanks for your patience. I had to get my charts made up and write the post. Again, it’s that full-of-cheese/confused time of year. Here’s how it went in 2021.
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
Thanks to a recommendation from Anne @ I’ve Read This, I picked up The Prairie Chicken Dance Tour by Dawn Dumont. A group of Cree tribal people embark on a European dance tour that barely keeps things together. Review Tuesday.
Biscuit and I read a mystery — almost a cozy mystery? — novel about a fat woman in her forties who wants to know why her good friend would die by suicide when that friend was a pillar in the community. Sue Ann Jaffarian’s novel Too Big to Miss gets a review Thursday.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Owned Books on TBR at Beginning of Year: 203
Owned Books on TBR Today: 203