A billion years ago I wrote here that my favorite quote was by Margaret Atwood. “Potential has a shelf life.”
I think this birthday – the one that snuck up on me (because for sure I cannot be a day older than 31, can I?) – is the date on my potential’s “use by” sticker.
I’d better hurry up and use my potential before it starts to smell.
I’m looking forward to January to be over (for oh, so many reasons) primarily because I’m ready for the next picture on my calendar.
It’s an okay picture, a small farmhouse in rural Connecticut (so says the description). It’s evening – night really – and the eaves are filled with icicles. There are candles (electric) burning in the windows, and a single light aimed at the front door. What bothers me is that I’m not sure where the light is. There’s like a melty hole in the snow where the light might be…should be. But there is light shining on the back of the hole, away from the door, that I don’t think would be there if the floodlight were buried in a snow hole. Not the say this isn’t the case. So now I think there’s a light somewhere else, aimed down at the house and the snow hole. The whole damned thing doesn’t work for me. Only half the house is lit. Are you telling me there were no other farmhouses with sleds outside the front door? You couldn’t PUT a sled next to a farmhouse? Shoot the photo earlier in the day?
You can see why I’m looking forward to next week.
Is there a reason I had to be born in the winter? I suppose it’s too late now to do anything about it, but is it too much to ask for a birthday with temps in the 70s and light tropical breezes? Oh sure, I could get that if I were in the south, but I can’t pull that off on a Tuesday, you know?
And now they are saying we’re going to get a foot of snow or so between tomorrow and Wednesday. Fantastic. I wanted to have to deal with that instead of, oh, say, going out to dinner, or whatever. Actually, it was/is going to be whatever because everyone in my life is busy tomorrow. No, it’s not some elaborate plan to fool me with a surprise party. Mr. Dump is on a business trip (he made me a cake and we did that on Saturday because he left at 6am Sunday), my sister has a meeting at her son’s school, and my parents have to babysit while she’s at that meeting. Boo! Hiss! I was going to go along with my parents just for the company, but not in the snow. *sigh*
I will say that Sister-person and best friend-person took me out to Il Forno last night and I did some damage, baby. I like special occasions because it’s an excuse to order off the dessert tray. Turtle cheesecake, come to Mama!
This was something I spotted yesterday and I did a screen grab. I meant to post it for you but I’ve been out of this world busy.
So here’s what’s amusing. It implies that it’s 30 degrees warmer where I live than where I work, a mere 20 or so miles away. For the record, the temp listed for home is dead wrong.
Okay, no lengthy, intellectual detail here. Just some thoughts on a few things.
1. Dave the Barbarian (Disney Channel) – good stuff. I have a new favorite word that I may use out of context. Dave combined mayonaise and mustard and called it “Mayotard”. What a bloody unbelievable word.
2. The Daily Show – My God, what will I do if this goes off the air? There is nothing better on television today. I just thought I’d mention it.
3. Arrested development – Jason Bateman is amazing. I mean, I had no idea. Love the show, wish it was an hour. Give yourself 2 weeks or so to just get used to the rhythms, etc. It’s not your typical sitcom.
4. Two and a Half Men – right now this show and Arrested Development are my only two “must watch” shows, and I end up watching little mini marathons from the Tivo because I don’t watch much “grownup tv” these days. Tonight I only got one episode in before Junior’s interst left what he was doing.
5. Survivor – I stopped watching regularly back in Africa. The one I watched all of was Australia – can I tell you how psyched I am to see Colby again on a weekly basis? And Rudy and Susan from the first one…this is going to be GREAT television. Too bad Mike (the guy who took the header into the fire) isn’t playing. I always thought he had it in the bag (until that horrible moment) and I wanted him to have another chance.
That’s it for now…
