It’s raining.
mmmm. . .vacation. . .
Such a lame way to start a post, but there it is. And it’s effing pervasive – outside ever window, tracking across the kitchen from the doggie door, pounding on the roof. . . dripping off he dog curled up in the middle of my bed. Sigh.
(ordinarily I like the sound of rain on the roof, but not today, I’ve decided) No bike ride for me. Booh. Yes, dear Oregonian readers, I am aware that it’s possible to bike in the rain, but really. . . do you? When you don’t have to?
Well, I guess that makes me a pussy. I’m over it.
The other two don't sit still much.
On the upside though, it makes the Christmas decorations in here look that much cozier I went a little crazy on my first real day of Christmas break and put greens and Christmas lights on every available surface. (Reason number 307 to go back to school: you get Christmas vacation again!!) . . .and then made gingerbread cookies. Which are awesome. Blackstrap molasses is one of Gods greatest gifts to peoplekind. I might have to brave the weather and go get some frosting and decorating paraphernalia. (new thing learned for the day: how to spell paraphernalia. Two ‘r’s. Who knew?)
Oh, and since this is ostensibly a musically related blog, here’s your friendly reminder that we’re playing tomorrow night at Smith’s Old Bar for the Wonderroot Winter Soulstice Benefit. The whole thing should be well worth dodging raindrops; art, lotsa bands, good people, etc. Hope to see you there!
Funny how your focus on the word paraphernalia reminded me of the word Saturnalia, which happens to be, according to Merriam-Webster, ” the festival of Saturn in ancient Rome beginning on December 17, also saturnalia a : an unrestrained often licentious celebration.” and “saturnalia – a wild gathering involving excessive drinking and promiscuity,” according to another website. Somehow there’s a connection, but it escapes me…