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Dashing through No Snow December 22, 2017

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We were supposed to be in Portland Tuesday through Saturday. I was excited to be in town over a Thursday so that I could go to a contra dance. But as the weather reports came in, Tim and I texted from our respective workplaces over the wisdom of staying in town—whether leaving Friday morning (today) would be too late to avoid driving through a storm. So we made a dash for it. We had a quick early dinner at a Japanese-food-truck-turned-cozy-corner spot (where we wouldn’t feel deprived by not drinking but could still have amazing food) and checked out of the hotel around 6:15 pm to face a 4.5-or-so-hours drive home.

The skies were clear. The roads were dry. The crescent moon was setting. Dashing through no snow. Hard to believe it was on its way.

I was in bed by 11:30, I think. When I got up in the wee hours (to wee, of course), the snow had begun, heavy flakes visible by the streetlight.

Today we took our first x-country ski on the rail trail.

Tonight we are hunkering down.


Even More 153s December 21, 2017

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Truth be told, I’ve seen a lot of 153s that I haven’t bothered to note. Because they are everywhere. But here are some.

  • In August, when planning my Maine vacation itinerary, the fastest route between Portland and Port Clyde was reported to be 1:53.
  • On August 21, I stopped working at 1:53 to join friends to view the eclipse.
  • On August 25, I discovered that the battery in the clock in my workout room had died. I replaced it at 1:53 and set clock to same.
  • On September 15, I tried to balance my checkbook, but found I was $153.39 off on my first attempt.
  • On September 22, at 2:03, I looked up the weather report and saw this: W—P—, VT 10 Day Weather as of 1:53 pm EDT.

Then I ignored a bunch, but

  • On October 22, the icon on my phone screen for emails noted a count 153 (I never check email on my phone).

Again, I ignored 153s around me. But

  • On November 11, in the parking lot at the doctor’s office, I looked up and had parked behind a 153 license plate (see photo, below). The very next day Tim and I were grocery shopping and I saw another one!

More ignoring.

  • On December 19, when we set up the GPS to stop at the Maine Mall before we headed into Portland proper, it told us we would arrive at our destination at 1:53. And
  • Yesterday I was informed in an email that “Children’s Disaster Services sent 153 dedicated volunteers to 13 locations affected by disaster or trauma and cared for more than 2,328 children.”

Which prompted this riveting update.

Jewelry Cleaning Recipe December 20, 2017

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I’m about a 4.5-hour drive away from Route 153. Last night I grabbed a pair of earrings I’d packed to wear and noticed that they need a cleaning. A few years ago I found a really good recipe for this task. I’m always afraid I’ll lose it (even though it’s printed out at home), so I figure I’ll put it here for backup/safekeeping/your information. Turns out it’s all over the Internet, even on Epicurious.

1 tablespoon salt
1 tablespoon baking soda
1 tablespoon dish detergent
1 cup water
1 piece aluminum foil

Heat water in the microwave for 1 or 2 minutes.

Cut a piece of aluminum foil that roughly covers the bottom of a small bowl (like a cereal bowl).

Pour hot water into bowl. Place salt, soda, and dishwashing liquid into bowl. Place jewelry on top of foil and let it sit for 5 to 10 minutes. Rinse jewelry in cool water and dry jewelry completely with soft cloth. Discard solution after use and make a new batch next time.

1772/2017 December 19, 2017

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I took some things to a friend’s consignment store, and he took more than I thought he would, but not as much as I’d’ve liked, but one of the things was a bag full of 40 things, 40 of the same things, so between that, and giving some stuff away, and wrapping some presents in some unorthodox things, I’ve added 67 more things to the thing count since the last report, but I’m leaving town and will not be able to dispose of other things this week, so at 245 things to go, I’m still in trouble.

Cold, Dark December 18, 2017

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Last night, Tim and I were splitting a beer before dinner. The lava lamp was going, Don Braden was blaring on the CD player, the laundry was in the dryer.

And suddenly it went dark. I mean really dark. It was probably around 5:15 pm, which means it had been really dark for nearly an hour.

But we live in the boonies, and when the very few streetlights go out and all your neighbors lights go out and there is no moonlight out there, it is DARK.

So we took a couple of minutes to adjust. Tim’s phone was nearby and he found the flashlight function so we could find other flashlights and get the candles going.

In a few minutes I got a text from the power company estimating that we’d get power back at 8:08 pm. (It is always some seemingly random time.)

Meanwhile, our plan to reheat/make a dent in the massive amount of leftovers in the fridge came to a complete halt.

When we lose power, we lose everything. (Maybe someday we’ll get a generator, but we’re not there yet.) We don’t have a working fireplace. There is no heat. There is no water. There is no stove, because safety features override our ability to light the burners.

I had so much to do that I put on a headlamp, wrapped a present to mail, and balanced the checkbook. Really. I could not accept downtime.

Eventually I sat and read on the couch, which was delightful, except for the getting-colder-and-colder part.

At exactly 8:00 pm, the power came back on. We rushed to microwave lasagna and quickly restore our diminishing fat.

Insteadoftree December 17, 2017

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I’ve been a little sad that our schedules have been both too busy and unpredictable to get a Christmas tree this year. It’s been three years since the last. What I miss most is my ornaments. And the white lights.

Sometimes we put up garlands in lieu of the tree. We did that last year. Then I can hang a few select ornaments (like Helen’s pickle).

We are off to Portland later this week, so I have given up hope for this year. Last week Tim brought a poinsettia back from a music gig. Then last night two neighbor gals, Edith (8) and Evelyn (5), brought Tim homemade birthday cards and homemade ornaments. I promptly hung the ornaments on the poinsettia insteadoftree. Aren’t they fabulous?

Edie and Evie’s ornaments!

Glitter Rant December 16, 2017

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This is a postponed rant. I was going to let it go. But someone else’s rant got me going again.

Sunday night was my small office holiday party. There were eight of us. We went out to dinner and ate in a private dining room. Excellent food and drink, plus Secret Santa gifts. I had gifted the new executive director with a gavel and block. I received a wonderful cotton wrap (I’d call it a pashmina, as people seem to be doing that generically lately, but it’s not goat’s wool) purchased in and hand-carried back from Japan. I hadn’t counted on the restaurant being so cold and had worn short sleeves—a terrible mistake—so it turned out not only to be a fantastic gift but one that I could use immediately!

The ribbon to the box was, apparently, covered in glitter.

When I got home, I discovered that there was glitter all over my dress, some of which had already migrated to my duvet cover. (In fact, I noticed glitter on the bed first and thought, How did that get there? before I saw it on the dress.) I ran a lint roller over the dress, but it barely made a dent in removal. I was exhausted, so I threw the dress over the banister to deal with later.

Monday morning I saw the dress and thought about how much I hate glitter.

Except, it turns out, in nail polish. I had a pedicure scheduled, and I almost always go for the shimmery stuff. So I guess I don’t hate contained glitter.

But I hate glitter on bows and cards and anywhere that it can get somewhere else easily. (Like I need one more thing to be grumpy about re: holidays.)

I feel free-range glitter (or that with decent chance of escape) should be illegal. The way chewing gum is in Singapore.

Yesterday I ran the roller over the dress twice. There’s still glitter on it.

Meanwhile, my friend Joyce posted, “Neil just announced a ban on holiday cards with glitter.” Neil is her husband. I’ve met him once or twice. We both love bourbon, so we connect. Now it turns out we both hate glitter. I really like Neil.

People have opinions about glitter, and discussion ensued beneath Joyce’s post. Eventually Joyce wrote, “Quote from Aaron [her son] when he was in high school: Glitter is the herpes of the craft world. Once you get it, you can never get rid of it.”

I haven’t met Aaron, but I already like him too.

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things (6) December 15, 2017

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  • Birding with Tim
  • Cross-country skiing with Tim
  • Happy hour with Tim

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things (5) December 14, 2017

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  • Loons calling
  • Diving birds hovering
  • Coyotes yipping

Happy Santa Lucia! December 13, 2017

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As I’ve often said, if I could be anywhere for Santa Lucia, I’d be in Verona. With Sergio. Cheers!