the weekend
A storm!
A storm paralyzed Tuvalu and closed the schools early! Unheard of.
Not snow - make no mistake.
Ice.
Hard, driving, face pelting ice closed roads and halted progress on our bathroom and held my brother several provinces away, while we planned for a party for my mother.
Ice, so poetic here -

such a pain in the ass here -


Not an inch of snow I TELL YOU - IT'S ALL ICE.
With the yard frozen solid, and my brother finally arriving via Pakistan, inside we bustled along to prepare a feast.

(I made two loaves! A coup!)

That's homework on the big board, but I tailored it all to be a birthday greeting.


Spring hopes eternal.

One crowd telling jokes in the kitchen (there ARE NO good Hitler jokes) (one bawdy nun joke, told by me, after which I blushed hard)...

Mr. Daniels and, uh, Mr. Cola.
Another crowd in the living room laughing and wii-ing.
At one point we were in tears as my Aunt attempted to explain the time my grandmother mistook my father (who was wearing a wig) for a woman...
It was one of those great days full of good food (beef filet sandwiches, frites, pickles, orange ginger salad) and little cousins sliding around on the ice and a constant line outside the bathroom door.
The prep was mighty and so was the eating and drinking and laughing, which is just as it should be.
A storm paralyzed Tuvalu and closed the schools early! Unheard of.
Not snow - make no mistake.
Ice.
Hard, driving, face pelting ice closed roads and halted progress on our bathroom and held my brother several provinces away, while we planned for a party for my mother.
Ice, so poetic here -

such a pain in the ass here -


Not an inch of snow I TELL YOU - IT'S ALL ICE.
With the yard frozen solid, and my brother finally arriving via Pakistan, inside we bustled along to prepare a feast.

(I made two loaves! A coup!)

That's homework on the big board, but I tailored it all to be a birthday greeting.


Spring hopes eternal.

One crowd telling jokes in the kitchen (there ARE NO good Hitler jokes) (one bawdy nun joke, told by me, after which I blushed hard)...

Mr. Daniels and, uh, Mr. Cola.
Another crowd in the living room laughing and wii-ing.
At one point we were in tears as my Aunt attempted to explain the time my grandmother mistook my father (who was wearing a wig) for a woman...
It was one of those great days full of good food (beef filet sandwiches, frites, pickles, orange ginger salad) and little cousins sliding around on the ice and a constant line outside the bathroom door.
The prep was mighty and so was the eating and drinking and laughing, which is just as it should be.
Comments
My wife would carve out my throat with a razor before she allowed such a thing but I LOVE IT.
-J.
Why didn't Hitler drink gin?
He said it made him mean.
I'm so glad to see that the ice didn't affect the good times! (I was going to say something all cheese-like about ice and warmth and family or something, but then I realized I didn't have it in me.)
That is a hell of a lot of ice, I have to say. We get ice almost every winter but it doesn't pile up in freakin' DRIFTS like that.
Wait...your forsythia is blooming? I live in the south and there's not a peep of it showing here. Sigh...
It was relieving to read that the party went on smoothly though.
And now...back to cleaning and such, ugh!
Happy Happy Birthday to your mama.
Hope your bathroom re-do goes swimingly well. (is that redundant?)
I am addicted to Magic Eraser too.
brother b
Second I love the black board oversized and framed like that!
Third cool kitchen too, I wnat your house.
Four I am a terrible joke teller.
Five Happy birthday again.