Monday, December 24, 2012
It's a quiet Christmas Eve afternoon at the Hobbled house. Shana is upstairs wrapping presents. John is not feeling well - sore throat and general crud. We just finished reading some old Christmas favorites while wrapped in a blanket on the couch. We read Polar Express, A Stranger in the Woods, and The Christmas Ship. Not exactly aimed at 7th graders - but it's Christmas Eve - and when you don't feel well they work just fine.
Maria is off a friends house - but we have to fetch her soon as we all head over to my Mom's for Christmas Eve dinner and presents tonight.
Friday, December 21, 2012
December 21 – the Christmas shopping season has begun. Time to hit the stores!
“But John – you’re late,” you say.
No, I’m right on time.
For years I beat myself up for not shopping earlier. Why couldn’t I be like those folks roaming through stores in September and thinking, “Why that’s the perfect gift for Cousin Ned,” – and then actually purchasing it, taking it home, and storing it away for Christmas. I’ve made my peace with the fact that I’m not an early shopper.
Despite living less than a mile south of Rosedale, I’ll probably frequent the small stores – not because I’m a shop-local zealot – but because the older I get, the more uncomfortable I feel in large malls.
I heard on the radio this morning that winter officially began at 5:13 am. I woke early this morning. When I looked at the clock it was 5:14. I’d like to think I awoke after feeling the earth shift – but it was probably just Duke or the cats making some strange noise.
Either way – I rolled over and went back to sleep. Earth – carry on.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
This was from last Friday. We had just received our share from the CSA, so I used made some potatoes, broccoli, and butternut squash (sprinkled with cinnamon). The pork chop is from some local guy - we split a 1/4 hog last year with a colleague of Shana's. Just a few porky things left in the freezer.
Beer - Summit Winter Ale.
In recent weeks, I’ve started a number of posts – all of them petering out after a few sentences. Seeing as how I’ll probably never finish them let me post them now.
On the other hand, maybe I should use Twitter. Then instead of stretching these snippets into posts I’d face the opposite challenge – shortening each to 140 characters.
- Feel like I’m coming down with a cold – felt it out running some – like last time I got sick – last day I ran? Need to keep better track.
November 6 – Election Day – Several items made the list:
- NYC Marathon – it was canceled? How did I miss that?
- I’ve got the early November blues. When we turn back the clocks, forcing
nighttime to eat into what little daylight we have, I go down.
- Related? I’ve been messing around with heart issues since June when I first went to the doctor reporting dizziness. That turned out to be Atrial Tachycardia – not a big deal. The visit with the Cardiologist also resulted in me being prescribed a Statin drug (Simvastatin) to deal with my cholesterol. I’d been avoiding visiting the recommended Cardiologist, and getting inevitable prescription, but the dizzy spells forced the issue. It’s all about getting the LDL down, the other numbers are OK. First Statin – side effects. New Statin – Pravastatin – started on Saturday night and am I already feeling side effects – muscle achiness in legs – and left forearm (especially last night).
- Yesterday’s election results renewed my faith in politics.
- It was a dark and stormy night . . . [Just kidding]
Friday, October 26, 2012
Mark your calendars for the early December performances of The Gift Tree, a new original work by Tyler Olsen, music by Eric Barnum. For the first time, all three of us (Maria, John, and I ) will not be in the play; it’s only John and I this time.
We auditioned Tuesday night, and were excited to both receive “call-backs” for Wednesday night. The call-backs consisted of 2 and ½ hours of reading various parts in small groups, and some singing ensemble and solo. I had to sing two solos myself – not my strongest suit. That was a first for me.
The play is what our family calls Tyleresque – or Tyler-like – named after the playwright. Tyleresque means it’s a bit zany, off-the-wall, and full of opportunities for really stretching your character. It includes some physical comedy, a few gross jokes – yet has a touching story line – a good message, without being preachy.