(Note: It’s almost midnight and I think the timestamp on the blog is wrong anyway, plus it might take me more than ten minutes to write if I get distracted so—when I say “today” I mean Friday and “tomorrow” is Saturday. Your mileage may vary.)
I hear New Hampshire and our ice storm from Hell made the news all over today, so I should mention up front we and our loved ones are fine. (Except for the composition of that grammatically whacked sentence.) The kids got out of school early yesterday and today was our first snow day. We didn’t lose power—and therefore the peacekeeping PS3—for any significant amount of time. My stepmother’s house was out from the middle of the night until just before seven tonight. My husband’s partner (umm, business, not life, because my sharing skills suck) lost his power about the same time, but we haven’t heard if he’s up and running yet.
I know how lucky I am because approximately 400,000 NH residents don’t have power and it’s supposed to be freakin’ cold for the next few days. And in ’98, when 55,000 residents lost power in an ice storm, it took 10 days to get everybody back on line.
I also had a vision crisis. When I reached up to scratch the corner of my eye, the left lens fell out of my glasses. PANIC! It’s like looking through murky water at a blurry watercolor without my glasses, and I’ve worn them since I was six, so…my dependency on them is frightening. Forget driving, watching TV, reading. I can’t even keep my eyes open more than a few minutes without getting horribly carsick.
So, from my chair, I couldn’t see the lens, and I was afraid to move. So the husband and the tall kid moved in to find it, but I was so panicked I wouldn’t let them get close enough. Seriously. I have to confess my reaction probably seemed a little out there to the husband, who’s worn bifocals for 10 years or so and can go hours without wearing them. The tall kid, whose vision sucks, kinda got it though, despite having fewer years wearing them. Fortunately my husband found the lens—blessedly unscratched—and I managed to find a tiny screwdriver, which is not easy when you can’t see, and he fixed them for me. I had to have some crackers to settle my stomach, though.
And what else? Oh, Christmas shopping! The kids are going to Grammy’s tomorrow morning and we’ll be doing our shopping. Yes, all of it. We seem to have inadvertently fallen into a tradition of leaving all the shopping until the last minute and then doing it in one marathon day. And yes, he could probably be out banging strippers and it would put less strain on our marriage.
Just to add a little challenge this year—you know, to keep it fresh—I don’t even have the first clue what we’re buying this year.