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It
is snowing heavily this morning. We have a storm warning
in effect, and the weather people would have us believe
that rain may soon begin to mingle with the falling
snow. November is over. For December my spirit is able to make an exception to my general disapproval of copious quantities of snow. This is the month of Christmas coming. This is the month where remembering the the warmth of my childhood can be drawn upon, where the belief in a power greater than greed can make tracks through the clean, white and traceless expanses of white. So I will enjoy the snow in December and hope that January, February and March take care of themselves. Attila and I have paid our bills and are flat out of money. We have a few more very large annual bills coming in this winter, for which we must save enough from our daily expenses to meet payment. That leaves almost no discretionary funds. Things could be much worse. There is a temptation to use our credit card to buy food. There is a temptation to use that credit card to buy thoughtful gifts for the people we love. After all it is Christmas. Isn't Christmas about shopping, bright lights and bustling crowds? But we will not use that credit card. We pay for today and save for tomorrow, when we can. We minimize the proportion of our small income that will go to creditors. Buy now, pay later; at what cost. Today's projects include soaking black beans for Attila, cleaning the house and preparing a tuna noodle casserole, with the egg noodles Attila cooked on Saturday, to serve with his beef stroganoff. I've moved my computers around, once again, because I need to use the keyboard tray with the iMac, since I have begun to use it more frequently than my old G4. Both are still in daily use, but the iMac is getting most of my time. It processes tasks more quickly, and for some reason the dialup connection is marginally faster. Mist eventually approved of the change. She had to inspect every cable and connection near the floor. After carefully perusing my work, she gave her approval by stretching out beside the cables, to take a nap. |
RECIPES :: Cast Wordly Distractions  Opportunity taken. Airwaves O Holy Night David Lanz On The Screen Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Strangely, Attila and I did not detect that we had actually seen this film before, until it reached the underwater scene, where Harry saves two people from a watery grave. I'm not sure why we did not recognize the film, not sure at all! By The Easy Chair The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy I had only taken this book off the shelf to garner a quote from the preface. I did not intend to read it, not at all. But it drew me in, slowly but with great determination. I last read it while pregnant with Terra, during my eight month vigil for my daughter, when under doctors orders I was totally confined to bed, lest labour begin prematurely. Quote "The house was too big... What was the use of keeping half a dozen servants eating their heads off?" from The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy Weather Temperature: 0.5°C Pressure: 98.7 kPa falling Visibility: 1.4 km Humidity: 97 % Wind Chill: -4 Dewpoint: 0.1°C Wind: S 22 km/h WINTER STORM WARNING CONTINUED |
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