It's been a strange few days. As I've mentioned before, our U-shaped street/driveway is almost never salted or sanded, and there's no way to get from our house onto the main street other than walking on a long sheet of ice, so driving is preferable if one can get enough traction which we couldn't until today. The combination of being icebound and somewhat stir-crazy (we keep accumulating boxes and other trash because the side of the house where the bins are is completely iced over), my euphemism, the leg rash getting worse (Robin's accompanying me on the bus to the dermatologist tomorrow morning, as there's this sheet of ice yadda yadda) and Datsa demanding near-continual attention has not helped my sleep cycle at all, and left me really addled and unable to concentrate on writing or blogging or job searching.
Somehow I got through most of my comics reading and have thus finally finished my ComicMix column for tomorrow (which was dependent upon the reading). The holiday cards are mailed at last; apologies to those of you who don't get yours until after Christmas. We even did some local shopping, hoping the delivery people would carry most of it up; they could only manage to get the bags as far as the landing atop the 12 outside steps, because -- and you're going to love this -- see, their truck got stuck on the sheet of ice. And instead of unloading in front of our house like normal thinking people would and then figuring out how to exit with, you know, a lighter load, they spent ten minutes rocking their van back and forth until they were able to back out along the ice sheet after which they carried our groceries back to the house from the main street, on the -- yes! -- ice sheet. You can't make this up.
Here's something you can make up -- custom neon signs, via Gerard. Have fun!
Somehow I got through most of my comics reading and have thus finally finished my ComicMix column for tomorrow (which was dependent upon the reading). The holiday cards are mailed at last; apologies to those of you who don't get yours until after Christmas. We even did some local shopping, hoping the delivery people would carry most of it up; they could only manage to get the bags as far as the landing atop the 12 outside steps, because -- and you're going to love this -- see, their truck got stuck on the sheet of ice. And instead of unloading in front of our house like normal thinking people would and then figuring out how to exit with, you know, a lighter load, they spent ten minutes rocking their van back and forth until they were able to back out along the ice sheet after which they carried our groceries back to the house from the main street, on the -- yes! -- ice sheet. You can't make this up.
Here's something you can make up -- custom neon signs, via Gerard. Have fun!
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