Wear Warm Clothes

Returning from the wild and crazy fun time that is choir rehearsal, I was piled with layers, wearing leggings all day in addition to my jeans, my MMTA hoodie (the warmest sweatshirt I've ever had), gloves, red pashmina scarf and my Great-Grandma Chickie's hunting jacket (complete with back pocket for newly acquired dead pheasants---eeww!) . That coat's gotta be around 60 years old but it shows no sign of falling apart soon. And oh, how warm and fuzzy it all felt!
I was kind of expecting mass chaos with this 7 inch first snowstorm, but it seemed like people who didn't need to drive their car didn't, the people who did were mostly careful, and we didn't die. Yay!

If only it was the right type of snow, then I'd try and make a snow human/angel. I've always wanted to do some grand Calvin & Hobbes-like snow project. Maybe an ice and snow replica of the Easter Island faces. We can't sled for awhile because our sled is broken, which is something that needs to be addressed. But time and the lovely warmth of inside are what's keeping me from doing all these things year after year.

Yesterday, we embraced the weather--kind of. I shoveled snow off the driveway (and today I really feel it too), which pretty much wiped my wimpy self out, so I read a book to fight off boredom (A Gate at the Stairs by Lorrie Moore--it's real good so far). That's the thing when you're home schooled and there's a snow day. It's basically like all your other days, at least for us. So I was trying to find a way to make it less normal, but because I had been outside freezing my mouth closed and getting the most epic of hat hair, I didn't want to go outside and make a snowhuman or whatever. There will be other times, I'm sure.

What we did do was make krumkake, the Norwegian cookie, and we turned on Garrison Keillor singing Scandahoovian Christmas music. That definitely warmed the house up and kept us busy for a long time. I was training in my younger brother to be krumkake roller, and I watched the stove. This is the second batch we've made this week, as we like to give a bunch for Christmas presents for teachers and friends. One of our regular krumkake recievers is doing an internship in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, however, and unfortunately I don't think it'd be the wisest thing to ship it all that way. If he got it, it would arrive as crumbs, and that's no fun.

And of course, while everything else in the county was cancelled for the day, choir still went off without a hitch. The hymn says, "No storm can change my inmost calm...How can I keep from singing?" Indeed.
I walked out the door thinking that I looked like a lumberjack, which led me to sing the classic Monty Python song that goes, "I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay...", which led me to think, "I'm not just okay, I'm warm!"

May all enjoy winter and wear warm clothes.