Saturday, January 5, 2008

The Weekly Wonderings #43

1. Eldest asked Aunt Ginny if she’d met any movie stars. (She’s a mucky-muck at Universal.) “I met Kevin Costner.” His response? “Have you met anyone that I would know?”

2. Playing Yahtzee, the Daughter wins, beating second-place Youngest by 20 points. The adults playing – Aunt Ginny, Pete and I – all score far behind the two of them. He breaks into tears.

3. Later, Aunt Ginny asks where Youngest’s name is in the “snow” on the windows. At that same moment, Daughter stubs her toe and is crying. Youngest points up with his thumb. Aunt Ginny looks to the skylight. “No,” Youngest says. “My name’s not there. I’m doing a thumbs up because she got hurt.”

4. Fast forward to Friday. It’s pouring rain. It’s howling wind. It’s a winter storm. I guess it’s not that big, though, because the local TV stations haven’t named it yet.

5. And it’s in this storm that the dog needs to go out. Hey, she’s a dog. She’s gotta pee sometime, right? I open the upstairs slider for her to go out. She goes, but comes back in immediately. Some water is falling on her for some unknown reason. So she goes to the kitchen slider. Maybe the water isn’t falling there? It is.

6. At about 6:10 a.m., as Pete and I were watching coverage of the storm-to-be-named, I saw a lightening strike. And then another one. And another one. And another one. Not lightening, that. That’s called something like "sparking," and it happens when something, in this case a tree, collides into the power lines and rips them down. We watched the lights go out in neighboring streets. Our lights stayed on.

7. They stayed on long enough for Pete to shower, dress and get to work. By 7:15 a.m., our power was gone. And it stayed gone for nearly 12 hours.

8. The Midwest and other snowy environs get snow days. We got ourselves a rain day, and we crashed a gathering at J.’s house. From nearly 11 a.m. until 7 p.m., I got the chance to hang with J. and her sisters, and the kids got to play with various kids.

9. I miss the camaraderie of my high school, college and young adult years, when all we did was play games or hang out, goofing on each other and laughing.

10. A dreary day turned fun for us. Not so fun for these people and many others. The first, a felled tree, roots and all. The occupants were clearly not home. How’d you like to come home to that? Or, the second, a moving day gone badly awry. It doesn’t look like it was a very good mattress set to begin with.
An Uprooted Tree
A Slightly Damp Mattress


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