- Isn't it strange how little things can evoke sudden and unexpected pangs of nostalgia? There's a pastor at our church that occasionally preaches in the regular service, and more than once I've heard him pronounce the word "wolf" the same way my dad does: "woof," with no detectable 'L' sound. I remember for a while Dad worked with a man named "Wolfgang" who went by the nickname "Wolf," or "Woof" in the case of my dad. This was endlessly amusing to me, no doubt because word pronunciation was something I could understand, as opposed to talk of thermodynamics and the ever-present injection molding machines, which might just be the most boring topic of conversation in the entire world, unless of course you're a plastics engineer, in which case they're apparently fascinating.
- Derek and I got to go on a date the other day. We went out for lunch, then did some last minute Christmas shopping, along with the rest of the population of central Iowa. I was distracted half the time by the blaring music (why do so many places insist on blasting your eardrums with their poor choice of music? I thought music played in restaurants and stores was supposed to be subtle, something to set a certain tone to your eating or shopping experience. Am I just getting old and cranky?) of horrible- horrible- popular renditions of traditional Christmas music. After listening to some talent-less pop star breathe her way through Let It Snow and some other current music flunky growl an almost incomprehensible, electric guitar studded version of Oh, Christmas Tree, I decided that unless your first name is Nat, Bing, Judy, Dean, Ella, Frank, or Harry, you should not be allowed to record Christmas music of any kind. I can think of a few rare exceptions, and perhaps you can, too, but in the future any playing of those is going to need to be approved by me in advance, because my opinion is always the right one. Obviously.
- It snowed last night. And this morning. In fact, it's still lightly snowing now. Not a lot, we've accumulated somewhere in the four- to five-inch range, but enough to give us a white Christmas. Oh! And here's the forecast for tomorrow:
This is just fine with me, as I don't have to leave the house. Derek does. Poor Derek. He also had to get up at 5:30 this morning before church to clear all that snow on our sidewalk and driveway. He also took care of our neighbor's sidewalk. Poor Derek. Nice Derek.
Another reason I don't mind that forecast is that I've finally learned how to layer! In the past I thought "layering" meant wearing a long-sleeved shirt with maybe a short-sleeved shirt underneath. Then I moved north. Right now I'm wearing lined pants with long johns underneath, a sweater, a heavy cable-knit cardigan, thick socks with slippers, a scarf, and a knit hat. I may look homeless, but I'm warm.
- And finally, something that made me laugh and laugh and laugh. It's very name is pure adorableness. And yes, that's a word now, if only because of this video. Be sure to turn your audio up before pressing play so you can force everyone around you to share in your joy.