- Last week of school means finals, special days for the kids and Christmas prep.
- You know it's Christmas because at Trader Joe's the only blank space in the juice aisle is the spiced cider.
- In the mornings, my car windows of late have been either fogged, wet, frosted or iced. The kids love to write and draw on them with their fingers until I get the squeegee out of the trunk.
- We haven't seen any turtles in the duck pond lately. I wonder if turtles have a special seasonal routine like hibernation or crawling south for the winter.
- I think for the first time since living in our current house the street cleaner came by when my car was gone. All the leaves pasted to the curb and gutter were gone and there's no slightly muddy swerving pattern on the pavement around my parking spot. This is definitely a feeling of fulfillment.
- Tonight I bumped into my landlord in the cooking oil aisle of the grocery store. We had an interesting discussion about things catching on fire and exploding. We both have connections to large industrial accidents that were in the news lately, so it made for good grocery store conversation. I wonder what other people thought. Maybe it was as interesting as my cell phone conversation with Mrs. Scott about vegetable shortening in the same aisle just prior. Among other things I also bought mild southwest flavored salsa and broccoli crowns.
- 'Tis the season, so here's a Christmas classic.
Friday, December 17, 2010
A week of diverted attention from it being a week: