14 February …
This could have been a very bad day had George and I been into mushy holidays. As is, it is centered on cards for those in Paul’s class and the Fat Tuesday dinner at the church which the family attended.
The dinner was last night and reminded me of the Jewish practice of clearing the house of leavening before a special holiday. The idea of Fat Tuesday is to make sure none of the forbidden foods are within reach during the Lenten days to come.
Fat Tuesday = fat, sweet pancakes. It was the first time that church had done a pancake dinner. Mark took the makings for gluten free cakes and they were the hit of the evening. Seems a lot of folks knew nothing about gf food.
Mark has ideas about adding to the fun of that meal … zydeco music, colours, etc. It will be interesting to see what it looks like next year.
The monthly trip to Medford was cancelled. The scheduled day was yesterday. I was already booked for pancake dinner at the church and John is doing jury duty.
The weather had been unseasonably warm … in the mid to high 50s. Then it dropped a few degrees and we had about an inch of snow over the weekend. Not enough to really count.
Of course, none of that was as severe a seasonal change as they are having further east and to the north. When the jet stream is to the south of us, something is very different.
On Tuesday, it was noted in the LA Times … “Up in Northern California most of the region has never recorded such a dry winter. The snowpack in the Sierras is anemic. This storm will help a bit. But it’s too little too late, unless there’s a March miracle.”
Still working at rearranging the house. Guess that will never end. But I have my spinning/knitting corner and that’s comforting.
Days are getting noticeably longer. In a week or two, it will be light when Paul leaves for school. He already has over an hour of daylight when he gets home around 4.
It is still dark before bedtime however.
Only four months until dusk at 2300.
We’ve been watching the Olympics as often as possible. Mark found a way for us to watch the skating without hearing the commentary (although I do like Johnny Weir). I enjoy seeing the skaters and hearing the music without the judgments.
Mark enjoys the cross-country skiing and the speed skating and the sled events. Kamille is a skating fan. And Paul can ignore any of it.
Sometimes during this time of forced change, nothing seems right … no matter what …
If you cannot find a good companion with whom to walk, walk alone. (That way no one sees your tears or hears your yowls)
‘til next week …