Try to remember a warmer November

This is so weird. We were wading through snow in October, and today it's so warm out that you don't really need a coat. It's been warm all week with bouts of honest-to-god sunlight thrown in every now and then. Now it's raining and it will continue to rain until it turns to snow in a few days. The temps are expected to plummet thirty degrees between Thursday night and Friday morning - and then really take a dip and stay below freezing for the forseeable future. Climate change, anyone?

The grown-ups in the family are hitting the party scene tonight. Woo! Mark and Dar and I will be heading over to the Christmas party at Realtor Sue's company at 5:30, and then Dar and I will sprint over to Waterloo to the Christmas party hosted by Kool-FM at 6:30 where, it is hoped, she will score one of the gift certificates being raffled off. (Mark will be joining us later.) We dare not hope for the grand prize of a Caribbean cruise, but regardless of raffle results there will be festive food and drink and a bona fide reason to get gussied up. She and I are ridiculously excited about it all; we've been plowing through our clothes looking for something not covered in mud and alpaca poo - you know, something appropriate. There will even be the rooting out of the stored away make-up. Yes, there will. Our lives are so pathetic that this is our idea of a glamorous evening on the town :)

The only down side is the weather; while the temps are lovely, the rain and fog are going to make for difficult night driving for me. Slow and steady is the best bet. I should just get one of those "caution - slow moving vehicle" triangles that the Mennonites have on the back of their carriages, stick it on my trunk, and crawl along in the breakdown lane like they do. Actually, that sounds like a pretty good idea.

I wasn't able to get through to my ex-boss yesterday, so I left some voicemail and I'll email him tomorrow. I don't want to harass the poor guy, but I would like to make my case. I don't think that he'll go for it, but I won't know that for sure if I don't try.

So. TV.
( Heroes )

( Friday Night Lights )

Imovane brain. No liquor in sight.

But still I weave. Tread carefully on the keys, o fingers mine.

Bad day for Dar, but then what day hasn't been, eh. Busy day for me, but then what day hasn't been, eh. Tomorrow is busy, busy, with the possibility of raffle goodness; we have two raffles in the evening: one at Realtor Sue's realtor place and the other through a local rock station. (Dar loves them mightily. Me not so much. I am to be on my best behavior. Oops, behaviour.) [when will they learn to spell, I ask you? when?)


I have Friday Night Light thoughts that go kind of like this: everyone stops to need hitting riggs. His mascara runs and it's not pretty for the boy. Street is an ass; OK an ass in a wheelchair, but an ass nevertheless. Matt and Julie are going to be very, very cute. Right until Coach Taylor slams him up against a locker for some implied hurt to his little girl. Or at least he'll want to do that. could I have them for my parents, please? I hate Smart or Smegma or SteriodBoy or whatever the hell his name is. Never did like him, actively dislike him. Thought there was a moment of redemption coming for him after church, but now he's just a bastard. Bite him Panthers! Go for the neck!!]

Richard Brautigan and then I go to bed.

The deed was done and done again as our lives are done, in watermelon sugar. From "A Confederate General in Big Sur."


"Where have all the puppies gone?" The alligators were quite distubed and perplexed. There had always been puppies. Now they were gone. They'd look at each other and wonder, "Where have all the puppies gone?" Pretty sure that one's from "Trout Fishing in America Shorty"

And finally "Bump, bump, bump, down the funny stairs." Richard Farina, "Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me"

Night, guys. Better days tomorrow, OK?