Winter Is A Comin' In
Well, heh, the apocalypse hits tonight at midnight. If you don't hear from me after tonight, either pack up blowdryers and electric blankets and head for the middle of the country, or think of me fondly, and not as the block of ice I've inevitably become.

Actually, I'll be just fine. Neither my heat nor my stove are electric, so should the inch of ice they're forecasting actually hit, and knocks out the power, I'll have heat. I went out tonight to pick up a few necessary things, and was just weirded out by the amount of people with the same idea. I wasn't surprised, just creepy crawly. I like people, don't get me wrong, but there had to be several hundred people in there, and part of me was just going get it off me, get it off me. That was just Wal-Mart. When I got to the grocery store, and saw the loaded parking lot, I decided that I had enough food to last me for however long it's going to take my area to thaw.

Ugh, I'm gonna have to get home before Thursday and get the inflatable mattresses. I had so much shit to schlepp this weekend, what with all the ornaments and decorations that I completely missed those. I hate being an adult. Now, instead of looking at a winter ice storm and going "OMG YES NO SCHOOL" I look at the forecast and go "PLZ GO AWAY KTHX."

Note: big difference between ice- and snow-storm. Me? I can apparently drive in a snowstorm. Mickey and me, we've got it down. I need sandbags for the back end though. He was doing some serious fishtailing off the stoplights. Or maybe snowtires. Snowtires for a Yaris ftw. XD

My Christmas tree has been assembled and decorated. It took me for-freaking-ever to decide what ornament to put on first. Because that, for me, is A Big Deal, and I'm not home with my folks, so the decision was not already made. My tree is mostly composed of carousel horses, rocking horses, more carousel horses, a few reindeer, a green m&m, and did I mention the carousel horses? Every year, my mom always bought my brother and I a special ornament apiece, since we were very small. We also received ornaments from friends and family, or made them ourselves, and as the collections grew, we needed our own boxes to put them in. This year, for the first time, I got a chance to put it into action, to see just how much was there. I bought a box of balls (unbreakable plastic) just in case I needed to fill in the holes. But I don't need them. They're still in their box. This year I can step back and look at MY tree, MY ornaments, my memories and my life on every branch, and I owe it to my mother's ingenuity and forethought.

Simon, of course, is doing his best to un-decorate it when I'm not looking. I'm still amused by how he managed to physically remove one of the lowest branches and laid it on the tree skirt for me to find when I came home.

If I'm stranded at home tomorrow, I think I may make bread again. I have enough components for two more loaves. Not that my kitchen needs heating, but that'll definitely help out.

Oh, and don't forget about the Birth of the Firebringer Read-A-Long! :D *plugplugshamelessplug*

I have a strange desire to find some way to celebrate Winter Solstice this year. It seems important.

Thank you for this Jim Brickman album, Sorcha. It is breathtaking.