We finally have snow! It’s been, no kidding, somewhere in the neighborhood of almost ten months since we last had snow. So when I woke up this morning to see this:
Actually, I was kind of underwhelmed, because we were promised 3-6 inches. Didn’t get that.
I took the week off the day job. And this is OK. I got some long-neglected cleaning done, bought the rest of my Christmas gifts, took mom out to lunch at a local restaurant chain, visited with my grandmother (who was recently in the hospital but is fine now), went to the gym a lot, and quite a bit more. I had to put in in May to get this time off, and I’m more than OK with it. And I won’t be back in the office until the day after Christmas, so a full 11 days off is good with me.
I had to cancel the kids’ choir for Christmas. I feel bad about it, especially considering how well they sang at Thanksgiving, but they weren’t at practices for Christmas. I could just let them do badly at Christmas, but I won’t — especially, admittedly, because it would reflect badly on me. But it’s not a good idea to set the kids up for failure, anyway.
I just want this to be heard again:
I posted about this the other day, but I would like this to get out as much as I can — it’s a Christmas carol penned by a member of my main parish in the 1950s and sung at our parish every year. (If the embed doesn’t work, click here.)
It’s been a weird week of being recognized. I had to visit the dentist on Monday, and one of the receptionists said she was the mom of one of my cantors at my other church and complimented how I played. Then the dentist, working on my filling, also complimented me on how I played. OK, that happens from time to time. NBD. Then Wednesday, I took Scarlet the Overenergetic for Her Age Dog (she’s 7) to the vet because she was whining a little more than usual, and it was a weird whine. The vet found nothing wrong, and the vet’s assistant asked me if I played the piano at my main parish, which, uh, I do. She was cute; I should have kept the conversation going. Alas. But Scarlet will need to go to the vet again at some point.
I found this in my local bookstore:
Now, the “Keep Calm and…” meme is tired, old, and irritating. But this takes it to new heights.
Hey, wait a minute, wasn’t the end of the world supposed to be today? Let’s check in with Skeeter Davis for the forecast:
And now a moment for station opinion, from R.E.M.:
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