Yesterday we loaded the family into the van, crossed our fingers and slid our way out into the cul-de-sac. At one point we got stuck and had to rock back and forth to escape a rut, but once we were free a great cheer errupted from the vehicle. Everyone was very grateful to be out of the house. The main roads were in much better condition than the side streets. They were mostly clear with only occasional snow drifts and icy patches.
While at the grocery store we marveled over the abundant fruits and fresh vegetables. Ours had been eaten long before this escape so we’d been forced to use their canned and frozen counterparts. I’ve not seen my girls this excited over apples and oranges in, well… ever. We stocked up on essentials as well as luxury items, such as crackers, juice, bananas and yogurt before reluctantly loading up for the trip home.
Because the tree had to be taken down early I decided to start packing up the other Christmas decorations too. Even though it’s now raining we’re still pretty much stuck inside and there isn’t a lot else to do. I’m not sure yet if we’ll hold our annual New Year’s Eve party. It’s taken on a life of its own these past two years and grown beyond anything we’d expected. Even when we made it a potluck it still ended up being expensive and required lots of work. The verdict is still out but the clock is ticking and time may decide for us.
Every time I sit down to knit I fall asleep.
I’m not sure why. The pattern isn’t boring, nor do I feel like I’m coming down with a cold, etc. The M.S. does tend to wipe me out, but I believe these narcoleptic episodes are due to a combination of not enough fresh air and from taking pills to help my neck/back. I tweaked it while taking decorations out of the attic during the first part of December. On the 30th I have a neurology appointment so I’ll ask about my neck then. Maybe if I can get an MRI scheduled my neck can be scanned too. According to the “experts ” I’m supposed to have one annually but the co-pays and waiting list to get in make this nigh on impossible. Typical.
We’re expecting to have our garbage and recycling picked up today… theoretically. This will be the first time in two weeks that the trucks will have been able to make it into our neighborhood. I’m mortifified at the pile we’ve accumulated. My only consolation is that our recycling pile is significantly larger than the garbage pile.
Today we should see the return of mail service too! We’ve not received mail since the 23rd, also due to impassable roads. I don’t envy the postal carriers the piles they’ll have to deliver.
In other news, my friend, Marta, called to tell me that she and her boyfriend, Dale, were married on Christmas day! We’re all very happy for them. I’m racking my brain trying to think of just the perfect wedding present for them. Marta is pretty wild.
Rejoining society feels wonderful! Although we’ve never been social butterflies, the forced hermitage was difficult. Cheers!