I heard on the radio this morning (as I was driving David to the train station through the fog and rain) that Chicago ranks 3rd in the ten "Most Miserable Cities in the US." Apparently, some people somewhere did a poll on misery, ranking attitudes towards the weather, taxes, and economy. And Chicago was 3. We're a miserable lot. Right up there with the poor saps from Detroit.
Yesterday was 61 and sunny. It was a brilliant day. This morning, as noted, is foggy and rainy. The temps are supposed to plummet to around 20, the wind will pick up, and eventually they are calling for snow.
When I lived in Istanbul, weather was much the same (thanks to the Bosphorus Strait cutting through the city, pulling weather from the Mediterranean and the Black Sea), and I would tell people so. But people never believed me.
News on the album: Celebrate good times!! Vid is ONE SONG (yes folks, ONE SONG) away from finishing his work. I.e. then all the songs will be with the guy who's doing the mixing, and David can focus his attention on album art, etc. Which means that the estimated release date for the CD is MARCH. Whoopee!
Hm. Big bug story still forthcoming... Need to dry my hair and keep getting ready for work.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Time in Virginia
My sister and brother in law, Rebecca and Stuart, live in VA. This past weekend David and I went to visit. The weather was gorgeous (50-60 and sunny!). And I have the cutest nephews in the world.
We celebrated Daniel's second birthday. Vid helped Adam (who's 4) decorate the chocolate frosting. After supper, we presented Daniel with the biggest, chocolatiest, most sprinkle laden cupcake. He seemed rather unfamiliar with it, although he knew it was food. Being a boy who lives to eat, he cooed with delight, blew out his candles... and proceeded to scrape off and eat all the frosting, leaving the cake behind.
Incidentally, when we handed him a second cupcake the next day, he cooed even more loudly (now knowing what was coming) and looked up at us in wonder, as if to say, "There are more of these wonderful things? How can it be?"
David and I keep hoping little baby girl Yeager ends up as cute as these two. (Yes, in case any of you hadn't heard, we're 99% sure it's going to be a girl!)
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Snow!
Okay. Enough is enough. Seriously.
There's a foot out there. The snow is supposed to continue until five PM. They're calling for it to let up, so we'll only be getting about four more inches. Only.
Sheesh.
P.S. Looking at my blog is like rubbing salt in a wound. I'd change my background, but the site is down, so I have to wait.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year to Us
There were so many titles I could have given this post: "Stupid Luck", "Reason #47 Why I Hate Winter", "Welcome to the Money Pit", "Maybe I Shouldn't Leave the House Anymore" - but I refrained, because in the end, everything has turned out fine.
Why the sour salutation, after so many days of silence? Well - D and I got home on the 31st and found out that we had experienced another flood. No, we did not discover a foot of water in the basement - everything was dry. In fact, we knew there had been water in the basement while we were gone. Two days after Christmas the temps climbed to close to 60 (who was here for that?) and it poured. So all that snow on the ground had nowhere to go.
Our neighbor who was watching the house actually called to let us know what was going on, but at the time of his call, there was only about an inch in the basement. It was only after we got him, when he jogged across the street to drop off the key, that he told us the water level climbed much higher. He did not tell us how high.
At 9:30 I wanted a bath, but alas, there was no hot water. I sent Vid downstairs to light the pilot, and laid down on our bed to wait, listening to the clickclickclickclick of the pilot light not catching. "Please Lord," I prayed. He came upstairs with a grim look on his face. "I can't get it to work. And the dryer won't turn on, either."
Well, we went to bed praying for a solution we could afford - and God is good. The next morning, the pilot light lit, and we had hot water. The dryer is still sitting in pieces on the floor of the basement, waiting for a repairman. I visited the laundromat for the first time last week - and it may not be the last.
Sigh. At least it's cosy and warm in there.
Why the sour salutation, after so many days of silence? Well - D and I got home on the 31st and found out that we had experienced another flood. No, we did not discover a foot of water in the basement - everything was dry. In fact, we knew there had been water in the basement while we were gone. Two days after Christmas the temps climbed to close to 60 (who was here for that?) and it poured. So all that snow on the ground had nowhere to go.
Our neighbor who was watching the house actually called to let us know what was going on, but at the time of his call, there was only about an inch in the basement. It was only after we got him, when he jogged across the street to drop off the key, that he told us the water level climbed much higher. He did not tell us how high.
At 9:30 I wanted a bath, but alas, there was no hot water. I sent Vid downstairs to light the pilot, and laid down on our bed to wait, listening to the clickclickclickclick of the pilot light not catching. "Please Lord," I prayed. He came upstairs with a grim look on his face. "I can't get it to work. And the dryer won't turn on, either."
Well, we went to bed praying for a solution we could afford - and God is good. The next morning, the pilot light lit, and we had hot water. The dryer is still sitting in pieces on the floor of the basement, waiting for a repairman. I visited the laundromat for the first time last week - and it may not be the last.
Sigh. At least it's cosy and warm in there.
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