December 10 What do we do when the weather turns REALLY FREAKING COLD? We hide in the house, stay in our pajamas until well after noon, play a lot of video games, do a few chores, poke at some of the leftover renovation tasks, paint a bit, read a bit, work on a jigsaw puzzle while we listen to the radio and drink hot coffee, and then curl up on the couch and fall asleep watching holiday movies. The thermometer dropped into the nearly minus thirty range, and the windchill made it essentially unbearable to even step outside to grab the newspaper. Tomorrow is supposed to be even worse: it makes me glad that I’m no longer training for a race… I might just sleep in.
A “reloaded” post is a quick-clipped summary of a bunch of small things from the past few days. I want to write them down, but I am either lacking in (a) details or (b) time. That’s just how it goes sometimes. Enjoy.
On Paints and Beds
I was feeling a little blue. Literally. I was speckled all over my arms, and a bit on my face with a kind of greyish indigo. Eggshell. The direct result of that casual splatter often encountered by your everyday-average-homeowner turned painter when he stumbles upon the need to hurriedly add colour to a wall as a result of buying new furniture that (in opposition to the norm) is delivered weeks earlier than anticipated. Recommendations included in the lesson are that (a) Windex does not take paint out of carpet, (b) Frog Tape (TM) is awesome for creating geometric patterns on your walls in paint and worth the extra cost, and (c) guessing the square-footage area of your wall space from rough memory-based estimates on the way to the paint store means you will have way more blue paint than you will ever need… ever. The new bedroom set looks splashingly against the new feature wall though.
Retraining the Mutt
Occasionally it was, that in the deepest, darkest, coldest days of winter Sparkle’s grey matter would reach a tipping point. The consequence of breaking her training, being a “bad dog”, and just peeing on the floor in the middle of the night would weigh out, tipping the scales over being that “good puppy,” waking us up from our sleep through nudges and prods, and actually going out in the bitter cold and snow to do her business. But for some reason, despite the warm summer temperatures, the balance has tipped way too early this year: she’s decided that she’s just going to pee wherever she pleases at night. Not too often; Once a week or so. But it had happened often enough that we opted to get a little more strict and decrease her nighttime roaming area to a single room. Sparkle, of course, being that she is a dog and basically a creature of habitualization and routine, does not see this as a viable alternative. Our efforts at retraining her have been met with night-time whimpers and cries, pleading yowls for attention in the wee hours of the night… which one might imagine does nothing for my own routines and habitualizations, in particular around sleep.
My daughter is growing up. She turns four this week. Four! (Where did those years go? Insert your own time-is-moving-too-fast platitude here. *sigh*) Yeah: four. As such we hosted a small gathering of our friends and their numerous offspring, obligingly fed them copious amounts of sugar and carbohydrate-rich nutrient-weak foods, dizzied them all into a frantic whirl-wind of backyard parachute-based play and games, let them beat out their frustrations on a paper-mÃƒÂ¢chÃƒÂ©, candy-stuffed, smiling princess head with a wooden dowel, and then sent them back packing with their parents a couple hours later. Yes, we hosted a four-year-old’s birthday party on Saturday afternoon to celebrate (albeit early) the slow accumulation of time upon Claire’s young toddler life. She receive the “spider web” cake she so dearly requested, played the doting hostess greeting and thanking her guests just like we practiced, and burned a week’s worth of kid-power-energy-and-patience in a single three hour span. I made video: It’s going to be awesome.
The week being what it was, some kind of far-from-fatal but highly-annoying virus burning it’s way through the health of the general population (so much so that we can’t even be sure which our many sick acquaintances provided us with said samples) we all wound up a little ill on Sunday. I think we would have fared better had it not been for the epic week of exhausting events leading into Sunday, but needless to say we spent the day crashed — family-style — on the couch, watching lame television, stepping out in the front-yard for a bit of sun, playing video games, reading a lot, and generally having an extremely lazy day of it. I even skipped my running (which was bad news as I’m doing a race next weekend.) I suppose you just need those days sometimes. Time to reload, sorta.