And, because we are us, we promptly burst into song, though none of us sang the same thing. Husband began crooning, "We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave." I sang, in doleful tones of deep suffering, "Tote that barge, lift that bale. . ." Mimosa trilled, "Climb every mountain! Ford every stream!" And Martini, not to be outdone, chimed in with, "I like big butts and I cannot lie! You other brothers can't deny . . . !" The neighbors seemed entertained, particularly the 4-year-old cutiepants who lives next door and who tripped up and down the snowbanks in her snowshoes.
Martini suggested a riff-off (he's seen Pitch Perfect nineteen times), and I pointed out that none of us know songs from the same century. (I'm currently listening to Top Hits of the '50s as I wait for my yeast rolls to rise.) We did try, but once I jumped from Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow to Barbra Streisand ("I put your picture away" —> "Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind") it was all over.
It took an hour and a half to clear our walkway, my car, and the pile behind my car, and I can't call it fun, exactly, but we did laugh a lot and it was good exercise and we were all in it together. Memories are made of this, my friends.
Though now I'm kinda feeling it in my lower back. I see a hot bath and Motrin in my future.
Despite my status as a professional Math Practice Guide, I completely misread the directions on the yeast rolls I'm making, so they're just now rising, it's 6:38 p.m., I think we're eating dinner around 8. But it's going to be a good one; I just made a huge pot of Portuguese greens soup, with sausage and potatoes, and it's thick and velvety and so flavorful; I keep sneaking little bites of it. And we're having a huge green salad and red-hot apples and a perfectly ripe fresh pineapple, as well as the famous rolls (which I made with half whole-wheat flour, so they're even semi-healthy), and I'm about to make a couple batches of cookies, and we have two movies to watch — Despicable Me and Dark Shadows — and it's going to be a great Saturday night at home with my family.
I've been hanging on to this quote from Lucy Liu (who doesn't use Twitter or Facebook), thinking that there might be a blog post topic in there somewhere:
If I narrow down the things that distract me, I have a better chance of spending time with actual friends.I don't do Facebook because of my fear of the time it will take. But does this "extra" time I save translate into more time with actual friends? Probably not. I can go weeks without seeing Good Neighbor Anne, for example, whose house I can see from my window!
Honestly, I think I'm at a stage in my life where my "friends" are my kids and Husband. Mimosa's 15; she'll be out of the house in just a few years. Martini's 12 and more social than she is; the day will come (soon!) when he no longer wants to do things with me. I've loved my kids at every age, but I love these ages best of all; I want to freeze them in amber and keep them here forever. And I definitely want to spend as much time as I can with them before they leave me!!!
But I would like to see more of my girlfriends, so that's something I'm going to work on: making sure that I have plans with at least one girlfriend every week. (Unless there's a blizzard. I would've seen Mrs. Cynicletary yesterday, but we were thwarted by snow.) That will be a fun goal.
Way more fun than reading Anna Karenina, that's for sure. But I persevere.
My weight is staying down, but no new losses to report. Next week I resume zumba, so it's time to get my head back in the game and get serious about Boot Camp February. Zanzibar suggests that we each try something new, exercise-wise, and I'm thinking about that a lot; what do I want to do besides zumba and walking and stretching and weight-lifting and core work? Nothing comes to mind . . . but I'll keep thinking on it.
Back to the kitchen — I hope your weekend is as glamorous and action-packed as mine!
* Source: Brunie, who is punny and funny and wise. Also pretty and good and modest, like I.