Squelches

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Positive: it’s warmer than it’s been in ages. Not so positive: it’s misty and rainy and at 41 degrees, not a pleasant combination for outside.

Remember what I said about temperamental weather?

So yeah.

I made an experimental sort-of peppermint mocha, with a bit of cocoa mix, coffee (natch!) and a candy cane. I can’t decide if it’s a success or a terrible disaster that will make cleaning the mug a problem. That kind of a day.

An in-between day.

It’s definitely a day for curling up an escaping into imaginary worlds, with this one remaining so relentless dreary. Lately it’s either 3 degrees and clear as crystal ice, or above freezing but with a rain that makes it feel like it’s not.

The world kind of feels that way too.

There is so much we can’t control. Like the weather. It will be what it will be, and it doesn’t care whether we like it.

Maybe there’s a lesson in that.

So we take our days as they come, the bright, the gray, the misty, the soggy. The extremely soggy. I can just imagine the squelch of the recently-revealed brown grass today.

You know what? Why don’t we delight in the squelches, and splash in our puddles and accept that today, the air is wet. We don’t know what tomorrow will bring.

(Yes, hypothetical reader, it is more rain, but why ruin a perfectly good metaphor?!)

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My Dishwasher Wasn’t Done with Me

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Last week, with my blogging limited in the throes of NaNoWriMo, I talked about my dishwasher, and specifically how much I hate emptying the dishwasher.

Well, apparently I hurt its feelings. Terminally.

Shortly thereafter, I was running it through empty for a periodic clean when I walked into the kitchen to discover foam oozing out of the bottom panel. Now I may not be a technical genius, but I’ve seen enough of the world to know that liquid oozing out of a part of a machine that is supposed to be water-tight isn’t exactly a good thing.

I tried to get to whatever obstruction there was that wouldn’t let the water drain, but that dishwasher would probably fetch a pretty penny on the antiques roadshow, and it was not easily disassembled. New dishwasher it was. Especially given it happened during Black Friday week, the traditional time of year when dishwashers are begging for new homes.

So today is the day, and I eagerly awaited the quick switch-out. I mean, I already have one, right?

Um. Yeah.

So as I type there are two men stretching their ingenuity to the absolute limit trying to make it happen. Very kindly.

Hopefully very shortly I will have a functioning dishwasher, and if you’ve ever wondered why the installers are late with your appliance, well, it’s me.

And what of NaNoWriMo? Well, I’m not done yet. There have been other distractions along the way, worse distractions, and while I’m not behind, at the rate I was going, I should be done by now. Oh well.

Hopefully I will see you all at the finish line. With plenty of clean dishes in hand. Which would make it difficult to type.

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 Her Cousin Much Removed

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Blogging from Prompts Day 3: Grab Bag!

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So this week I’m I’m embarking on the adventure of writing blog posts with prompts.  Today’s site is fun, it’s a “grab bag” of random words and phrases. You can chose any number of them from 1-10. I chose six, and I’ll tell you which they were at the end of the post.

It’s a bit like a puzzle, really, to look at this list of words and decisively choose how to arrange them, where to stack them so they feel clean and unforced. To craft sentences not only around the words themselves, but so that they lock together in a harmony of waves, rather than a tempestuous sea of trying too hard.

You know what I mean. Where the word sticks out in the sentence, a child woken too early, his hair in all directions, not yet ready to be where he is, and he’ll only respond to his first name in grunts or whines.

No one wants a whiny word. Not wedged in a the middle of a sentence where it doesn’t belong.

And I’ve done it! They’re all in here. Any guesses before you check the list?

The words/phrases were:

decisively
woken
clean
tempestuous
embark
first name

 

Lost-ish in Space Monday

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Why, hello there Monday. And what a gray Monday you are. Which doesn’t really come as much of a surprise, given the very, very persistent clouds for last night’s lunar eclipse.

Yes, I trekked out with my tripod and camera, only to have the clouds blow in for the main event.  Still, I got a glimpse of the bright red moon before the clouds swallowed it again.

And normally this is where I’d share one of my pictures, or a couple of my pictures, but in all honesty, I don’t love them that much. And I have the tiniest, tiniest suspicion there are better, sharper, bigger, more detailed pictures to be had, given the number of observatories with front-celestial seats and slightly stronger equipment than mine.

But like so many things, the viewing itself was enough to spark its own red light of creativity. You cannot watch something like that — even obscured by clouds for the most part — and not think about the workings of the vast, vast universe. It’s a simple idea, really, that our planet throws a shadow on our moon, but when you really consider what that means, that we are spinning our way through space with our life dependent upon an enormous ball of gas, it’s pretty remarkable that we are here at all to see our chunk of space rock turn red.

And now NASA has announced that there is flowing water on Mars. Aside from the very wise warning from the prophet known as “Doctor Who” not to drink it, let’s take a second to appreciate the infinite things we have yet to learn about this expanse of space we call home.

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A Rain Cloud Isn’t Always a Rain Cloud

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Yesterday, it was supposed to rain. It looked threatening, and all the weather reports warned of dire storms ahead. Flood warnings abounded, and it was supposed to be another soggy day.

And then the sun came out, shoving its way through the clouds without regard to weather forecasts or predictions. In the distance, the gray was streaked and looked waterlogged, but the distance never arrived. It stayed where it was and we stayed where we were, and Sunday wasn’t nearly so bleak after all.

It’s funny the way that things do that, the way that you are certain that they will be one way. Everyone tells you that they will be; everyone accepts it as fact. That is how it is going to be be. The sky and the weatherman say so.

But you can wait for the deluge, and hide from the deluge. And sometimes the deluge never comes.

The truth is that no matter what is happening, no matter what is above us, somewhere, way above the clouds, the sun is shining. We my not see it for a while, which is likely to happen this week around here, but even when we can’t, it’s still up there.

Clouds don’t always mean rain. And even those clouds — whether they’re big, heavy, watery ones or the kind that just take up they sky not doing much of anything at all — don’t hang around forever.

Sometimes the sun itself pushes them out of the way.

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R is for Really (Overboard)

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Yesterday I languished in the absence of construction noise, enjoying every moment of a day without a metal bit chewing through very reluctant concrete. And instead of taking advantage to get work done, I was, if I’m being honest, very lazy.

What’s that, hypothetical reader? You’ve noticed a procrastinaty trend running through these posts? I suppose that is a fair assessment. But I’ve had an excellent reason.

Sorry, hypothetical reader, you’ll have to speak up. What was the reason? Well, it was excellent, as I said. I’m afraid I can’t hear you, hypothetical reader. Our connection seems to be very bad, and no, I can’t be more specific.

So today we have wind, a lot of wind, the kind of wind that rattles the windows and the brand-new leaves. No men scaling buildings today, not with that kind of a wind.

For anyone keeping track, that’s two in a row. Two in a row. Woo-hoo.

And though my instinct is to indulge that cozy, lazy vibe, to look at the ominous clouds and listen to the drone of the wind, wrap myself in a fuzzy blanket and marathon something, anything, that is not what I’m going to do today. No really, hypothetical reader.

What’s that? You’re saying that I can hear you? The line must have cleared. You know, they do that sometimes. Oops, sorry, losing you again.

That’s the thing. It can be so tempting, when something has been particularly pleasant, to really push into it, to curl up into it, and stick with it. But often, it’s the uniqueness of a moment or a day or an opportunity that makes it so satisfying. You take that away, and you just have routine.

So I will not go overboard enjoying my silence today. I will get work done. I will be effective. And I will listen to the wind, because a wind like that one doesn’t come along often.

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Evidence of Tulips

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IMG_6209So I woke up this morning to another round of snow on the ground. We’d had a thaw, though a colder one than they promised, and then last night, on my way home, I caught the glint of snowflakes in the headlights of a cab.

So much for the warm up.

If there’s snow again, you ask, what’s with the tulips? Well, hypothetical reader, thank you for asking. You always know the perfect question to keep the conversation rolling.

I took this photo at the Chicago Botanic Garden, which, interestingly, is not actually located in Chicago, but in a north suburb. It was last year, and though it was still very chilly — there’s a wind that cuts through the garden on cool day that can ruddy your cheeks and redden your ears — there were the tulips. It didn’t matter what the weather wanted, the tulips decided it was time, and there they were, a whole field of them.

Last winter was much worse than this one. It was colder and snowier and grayer and leached the heat from everywhere until you couldn’t be sure how to be warm.

But it ended.

These flowers are proof that you might not see change while it is happening, you might not sense it. It might not feel like much or as though it’s measurably better than what came before. It can be slow, and plodding, and have to fight the cold as though battling to the end.

But still it comes. The tulips were not deterred, their heads bending as the wind blew across the pond. They didn’t have to feel the spring to know it was spring.

If that could happen after last winter, it will happen again.

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