It’s funny. A few days ago, I referred to the coming weekend snowstorm with a bit of a tongue-in-cheek attitude when I called it the “Storm of Doom.” And here we are, those few days later, with over 30″ of white stuff on the ground and the schools are closed and bridges are closed and… oh, we weren’t really expecting more than the forecast 8-12″ we’d been told all week.
And I’m sure there are so many blog posts going up all over the Northeast filled with tales of the storm, to which I probably don’t have much to add. It snowed. We played in it. My husband shoveled it. We drank hot chocolate. We played in it again. We took hot baths to relax the aching muscles obtained from trudging through thigh-high snow.
Today, things are starting to get back to normal. The kids are doing school work. The girls have dance classes tonight (though story time at the library is cancelled this afternoon). The dish washer is running. More baths will be had. It’s just another Monday, but with mountains of snow covering our patio and… well, everything.
And I mean “everything.”
First off, I need to stop abandoning my blog so much. I have so much mind dribble and it needs to go somewhere, so I’m not sure why I resist funneling it all into here.
So consider this a quick recap post of the last few months. And then some.
In various news items (and I’m not certain I mentioned it here, because children do things to your brain power) I am nearly four and half months pregnant (HALFWAY POINT WHOO-HOO! FIRST DOWN! SPORTS TERMINOLOGY! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! *eats nachos*) and will be finding out if it’s a boy or girl this time next week. At the beginning of the pregnancy I thought “boy”, but now I feel like my Mommy Radar is off, and it could be a llama in there, or something.
But we’re excited, of course. And a little scared, no matter that we’ve already done this three times before. I’ll have get a new car (unless one of the kids wants to ride in the trunk or in a pet carrier strapped to the roof), we’ll have to figure out some kind of bunk bed sleeping system to accommodate six people in our little two-bedroom condo, and also sleep. I already miss it.
Writing has been going well, oddly enough. First Position was published on November 21st (my birthday!) and has done well, so far. I’m also this close to finishing about two or three other stories (novellas and full-length novels) that Spring should wind up being a busy time for me. Aside from the whole birthing of a new life thing. That should keep me fairly occupied, too.
And after two weeks of everyone in the family passing everyone’s sick around to one another, I’m finally jumping back into school work with the kids after giving them a full week off. Little do they know this means they’ll be working over Christmas break. Muahahahaha! Ha. *ahem*
Tomorrow, I’ll post some bits and excerpts of where I am in my writing, and try to get back into posting here more regularly. I also have some book reviews to catch up on as well. Jeez.
Come on Christmas break. I’m ready for you.
Yesterday, it topped 40 degrees. This is kind of a Big Deal, since it’s been frigid and icy and all around miserable this winter. So after being sick all last week, Freja and I bundled up and went for a walk down to the Susquehanna. I took my busted up Nikon Coolpix (complete with purple rubber band to prevent the batteries from tumbling out), and away we went.
Completely frozen over. I had to draw a line in the snow and tell Freja to keep behind it so she wouldn’t accidentally move to close to the river’s edge.
Random dead plants. Because I was feeling artsy.
Freja tends to skip and sway when she walks. As one does.
The bridge in the background is the Rockville Bridge. It’s supposedly the longest stone arch bridge in the world. It makes for lovely pictures, I will say that much.
And then some interpretive dance moves showed up, as they do.
And on our way home. It was time for soup and cookies anyway.