Life is crawling back to normal around here. The ice at the end of the driveway is losing its oomph. It now only takes me three tries to scale the snowy mound to get to the street. The sun is shining and my "to do" list is back to looking like the Boston phone-book. I'll be happier, however, when I have a place to park my car other than inside the house. We have a "garage under" and the ONLY time the car is in there is when there is nowhere else to put it. Between carbon monoxide, fire hazard, and my complete lack of depth perception which occasionally leads to some REALLY scary close calls, this is no fun at all.
Himself has gone back to work, and it's the first time I've had the house to myself since last Thursday. I find it's making me miss the boys even more than usual. I'm hurrying to get to the point where I have to go out to do errands, just so I can hear a human voice besides the one in my head.
I am fascinated by the retirement or resignation or whatever it is of Pope Benedict (or "B-16" as we call him around here). Mind you, I am not expecting much in the way of progress from his successor, whoever it is. The ones who recognize the worth of women in ministry, or the sacredness of every human life, including gay ones, have a tendency not to rise very high in the system, if you know what I mean. It will be a company man, I'm sure. But perhaps we'll zoom ahead into the 17th century, and wouldn't THAT be an improvement! And now I shall take my cynical self outside with the ice chipper one more time to change what I can. (Are we sure we can't get the Dalai Lama to apply for the job?)
Himself has gone back to work, and it's the first time I've had the house to myself since last Thursday. I find it's making me miss the boys even more than usual. I'm hurrying to get to the point where I have to go out to do errands, just so I can hear a human voice besides the one in my head.
I am fascinated by the retirement or resignation or whatever it is of Pope Benedict (or "B-16" as we call him around here). Mind you, I am not expecting much in the way of progress from his successor, whoever it is. The ones who recognize the worth of women in ministry, or the sacredness of every human life, including gay ones, have a tendency not to rise very high in the system, if you know what I mean. It will be a company man, I'm sure. But perhaps we'll zoom ahead into the 17th century, and wouldn't THAT be an improvement! And now I shall take my cynical self outside with the ice chipper one more time to change what I can. (Are we sure we can't get the Dalai Lama to apply for the job?)
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