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December 05, 2006

Warming Dots

At last, the ice is giving way. Not that it's warm. And not that it's like like we've suffered through months and months of permafrost. It's just been nice to have a day that hasn't revolved around the weather situation.

Really, I probably should have stayed home today, since I didn't get any sleep last night. I had a rough night on Sunday and was completely overtired all day Monday. But I stayed up too late, and I didn't have a book to read before bed, having finally finished Heat by Bill Buford. Excellent read, by the way, especially for food nerds like me. Not having my nightly book time threw me all out of whack. I couldn't fall asleep because I had the overwhelming feeling that I had forgotten something. But there's no rest for the weary, so today's catch-up day, both on ye olde blog and in my "real" life.

  • I finished Fetching on Saturday.

  • We also finished our salt dough ornaments and trimmed the tree:

    One wee problem with salt dough ornaments - really stupid dogs think it's a tree filled with delicious dog biscuits. The bottom of our tree is empty, and the hounds are dehydrating quite nicely. We're thinking about using their newly-tanned hides to make Christmas stockings.

  • Speaking of stupid dogs, they found something dead and delicious buried under the snow. Every time they went outside, B. would have to physically remove them from the scene of the crime. Finally on Sunday night, he got fed up and went out to remove the sweet, sweet carcass. There was nothing there. Nada. No sign that anything had ever been in this spot that they can't remove their noses from. I think they've adopted my dad's idiot dog's habit of eating dirt.
  • Clara Jane's been busy with her freelance choreography work. Watch for the finally three little butt-bounces at the end.
  • "I'm going to dream about Christmas," she tells us before naps and bedtime, which might explain why she woke up screaming at 3:30 this morning.
  • Despite our sleep deprivation, Clara Jane and I headed to Prettytown today for some Christmas shopping in their lovely downtown. Holy smokes, People, they pipe Christmas music into the streets in Prettytown! Santa, please bring me a house in Prettytown and some sucker aspiring arborist to purchase my current abode.
  • My computer fan is making a sound not dissimilar from a cat horking a hairball. Which reminds me, I can't remember if I've seen Romi since the last time B. had my computer case open.
  • Watching Al Gore on Oprah today makes me wish we had a smart president.

Posted by Robin at December 5, 2006 04:42 PM

Comments

Ugh, I hate it when I have nothing to read before bed. I also have to read at least a couple of pages before I go to sleep or I can't sleep. That's why my niece got me a subscription to O magazine - that thing takes a good month to get through and I can always pick it up if I finish a book and don't have a new one.

Posted by: Lunasea at December 5, 2006 07:31 PM

Oh my god! CJ! I'm dying over here. First she's all Stevie Wonder then she gets all Jerry Lee Lewis.
How FUNNY!

Posted by: Exena at December 5, 2006 07:34 PM

Heh, stupid dogs!

The first year we were in the house, we did not have many ornaments so we strung strands of cranberries and popcorn which looked quite festive. Until I babysat my parents' golden retriever. Who managed to unwrap one of the strands from the tree without otherwise disturbing the tree. She proceeded to eat all the popcorna and piled the string on the floor next to the tree. We probably would have taken a week to notice except for the pile of chewed cranberries she ptuii-ed out next to her water bowl.

Posted by: liz at December 6, 2006 01:20 PM

Those three butt-bounces kill me. I can't believe how into that song she is and I can't believe that I've spent the last half hour watching that video over and over.

Posted by: Wendy at December 6, 2006 03:10 PM

HeeHeeHee I keep watching it over and over too. It is so funny. How old is she?

Posted by: Kathie at December 6, 2006 03:31 PM

I have never seen a child get into anything musical the way Clara Jane does.

The butt bounces are priceless.

Posted by: Dixie at December 6, 2006 05:15 PM

Lunasea, I tried reading O before bed on Monday. I'm too ADD for that, though. Instead of relaxing, anytime I read a magazine I wind up jumping around. I think that's part of the reason why I couldn't sleep on Monday.

Exena, I was thinking Stevie Wonder, too, when she was swinging her hair around. Maybe we'll get her some braids.

Liz, we can't put cranberries on our tree because of the dogs. Chloe the Basset LOVES cranberries. As in, she thinks they're her mortal enemy and she attacks them. I've seen her keep herself occupied with a single berry for hours. If we had a treeful of them, I'm sure she'd have the whole thing pulled down in minutes.

Wendy, I've been watching the Puppy Jane video on repeat.

Kathie, she'll be three in February. Glad you like the video!

Posted by: Robin at December 6, 2006 06:03 PM