That means the guttering around the roof is full of ice and snow. Guess who isn’t going to climb up there and break it out? Actually, it warmed up a bit today. It almost got above the freezing point. You know, if they would have had the Winter Olympics here, they wouldn’t have to make artificial snow. Or save up last year’s snow either. Did you know the first Olympic Games held in the United States were actually held right here in the city. It was the 1904 Olympics, they didn’t call them Summer Olympics back then, because they didn’t have Olympics for gold weather sports.
Guess what? Since it was the first time the games had been held outside of Europe, not many countries sent teams to compete. It figures, hold a party in the Wicket City and the World does come. It wasn’t a complete fiasco though. It did have unique competitions like a tug of war and the hop, skip and jump. And it probably would have done better if they had TV coverage. But Bob Costas didn’t live here back then.
Surprise! A dramatic YODA In A Box! Just to announce that I did a Origami Project today. It was a Star Wars Origami Project and I folded a paper Yoda from a single square sheet of paper. All folding and no cutting either!
In case you’re wondering, it was Spicy Baked Beans over Mashed Potato Cakes with a Grilled Bratwurst. Sort of sounds like leftovers, doesn’t it? It was, except for the brat. But I still had to cook all of them. I also had a cup of Hot Cocoa with Vanilla Marshmallow Snowmen. And it was so good, I forgot to photograph it before I drank it. Yes, Virginia, my Keurig makes hot cocoa, tea and apple cider in addition to coffee. So, I didn’t get the unit that also makes iced beverages.
Five days into February and the weather isn’t getting any better. Curses, Mr. Groundhog! OK, so we didn’t get the possible 9 to 12 inches they were predicting. But Mlle. Renee has had to trek through 4 to 5 inches and that goes up pretty high on her canine paws and legs when she has to go outside. Never could find a pair of snow boots that satisfied her fashion tastes. It also didn’t get much higher than 20F outside either. But I still bundled up and went out to sweep the snow from the front steps and the back deck. I also put out the last of the salt and calcium chloride mix. Don’t want to take another Bob-sled trip down the deck ramp again.
Other than that, Renee and I spent most of the day either sleeping-in, eating, catching up with now out-of-date periodicals and napping. That was until Stan my resident Demon showed up sporting yet another inspirational button for me.
And wouldn’t you know, he also brought the Origami Instruction Manual. That’s what I get for creating an Origami Demon! Who knew they keep coming back to
annoy encourage you to continue your creativity. Well, I knew I wasn’t going to try that blasted kangaroo that I screwed up on my last four attempts. And I didn’t want to make another Star Wars origami … because Stan and his Demon relatives always want to make them fly. So Stan suggested, that since I was feeling blue today to make something happy like a bluebird of happiness. He even had the book opened up to the pattern.
Do you know that I’ve lived in Missouri my entire life and I’ve never seen a BLUEBIRD … which happens to be the Missouri State Bird. Guess that’s because all of the Dogwood Trees (the state flower) I planted for them always died. So I attempted to fold a bluebird. And this was the result –
It could have been better, but it was very hard to fold. Would you believe a dozen thicknesses of paper and 26 different folds? Each leg alone was 12-layers of paper. Sure, I’ll try it again, but I’ll have to get thinner folding paper. Stan at least was happy. He’s trying to teach it to fly.
And about being in the dumps. The weather wizards are predicting we’ll hit 1F or lower tomorrow. Thanks, again, groundhog!
While Mlle. Renee and I slept in this morning, someone had to go and wake the poor groundhog from his winter slumbers so he could see his shadow. Though I don’t know how he could see his shadow on a sunless day like today. So now we can expect our current weather patterns to stick around for all of February and half of March. But then, that’s what the weather wizards had been predicting anyway. Did you know that the groundhog is really a woodchuck? And if a woodchuck could a woodchuck would have preferred to sleep-in chucking wood like Mlle. Renee and I did this morning. Anyway, we’ll be sleeping in a lot this week with two more winter storms moving in on us … first Tuesday and then Friday and Saturday. Brrrr humbug, I say, very brrrr!
Since we did have a dusting of snow over night, I decided to use my SNOWFLAKE MUG this morning. Though it was almost afternoon before Renee and I got out of bed. And the mug was filled with Van Houtte Chocolat Belge Café or Belgischer Schokoladenkaffe (since they speak both French and German in Belgium) and just a touch of light cream. (Actually very light since it was 2% milk.) It was a very hearty brunch beverage though I should have eaten Belgian Waffles withe strawberry syrup instead of whole wheat toast and strawberry jam.
TODAY’S ORIGAMI PROJECT: Well, I was going to try to fold an origami groundhog, but the closest I could come was his close rodent cousin the flying squirrel. Unfortunately, the final product looks like a groundhog that walked in front of a speeding semi on Route 66 or an extra in a Road Runner cartoon. Enough already, Mlle. Renee says it’s time for her nap. So Happy Groundhog Day to all … Despite his dire prediction.
Well, here we are in the last hours of the last day in January. Yesterday we had a bright and sunny day where the afternoon temps reached 47F. Today the weather took a turn for the worse with the temps dropping and the sun fading from sight. A little while ago I let Mlle. Renee out for her last call before bedtime. When she didn’t return after a reasonable time, I went out onto the back deck and call again. When she didn’t respond, I decided to go into the yard and see what she was doing. Now the deck doesn’t have steps into the yard. Instead of two steps into the yard, it has a ramp that was put in when my Mom was in a wheelchair. I never had the ramp removed because it was easy to wheel things out of the house and dispose of them. Anyway, I started down the ramp … and have you ever heard of BLACK ICE? You don’t see it, but it’s still there lurking for you to walk on it. Well, have you ever heard of the ballet term Grand Jeté? That’s when the head guy in tights goes leaping across the stage with his legs high in the air. Well, I might not have been wearing tights, but I quickly discovered that my legs were up in the air in front of me. Unfortunately, my butt was soon on the ramp and I was doing an graceless impression of a “bob” sled taking out several of the railing posts with my feet as I slid down the ramp. Mlle. Renee was on the asphalt drive sliding around trying to get to me. Well, I stood up on the rubber mat at the bottom of the ramp and checked to see if any thing was broken besides my pride. I happy to report everything was in place. That’s when I realized that I couldn’t walk back up the ramp without sliding backwards. Rubber soled sneakers were not made for walking on ice. I finally resorted to taking my shoes off and climbed up the ramp in my stocking feet while holding onto the side railing. That’s where I sustained my only injury … a skin scrap on my left hand. I got to the top only to realize that Renee couldn’t walk up the ramp either. I went into the basement and got the rock salt out and sprinkled it on the ramp. Then I had to coax her into walking up the ramp without licking up the salt. Then I had to wash the salt off of her feet before she came into the house. That was when I realized that I left my sneakers at the bottom of the ramp. And that’s where they’ll stay until tomorrow!
A pretty good swan folding job, too.
This is my dapper Alleycat Mug and I had it filled with a bracing hot cup of pomegranate green tea.
All things considered, not much change from Monday. Although we did reach Monday’s promised low of 6F overnight. Tomorrow we’re supposed to be basking in the 30s. That’s almost a heat wave these days.
Yesterday, I used the Art Museum Mug. Today, I went super-sized with the Saint Louis Zoo mug. My beverage filling the mug was an Early Morning Breakfast Blend (Decaf).
BUT WHAT ABOUT YESTERDAY’S SLOW-COOKED PORK?Here it is in a Pulled Pork Sandwich on toasted wheat bread with a handful of kettle fried chips. That was my lunch today. After lunch I decided to do a little work on my origami. Very little …
And it was very little. Which means my short stubby fingers got a real workout. If that wasn’t enough, I went into the somewhat coolish basement and did the laundry. No, I didn’t run out of sock of underwear, I ran out of pajamas. Tonight I get the sleep in the warm and toasty navy blue fleece set.
TODAY’S WHAT’S HANGING ON THE WALL:
Today’s art is a bit of stitchery that my sister-in-law did for my mother about 30-years ago. I don’t know a lot about needlepoint, but I would suppose that this was embroidery on linen. Wait to you see what kitchen wall art I show next time I do this.
Do you think I’m starting to get cabin fever from being shut in because of the cold weather?
Well, today’s high temp of 27F was recorded at 12:ooAM and we didn’t reach the predicted morning low of 6F. But never say never, because who knows what will happen before the day ends. Don’t know what the wind chill is, because I haven’t even been tempted to stick my head outside today. I will have to brave that external excursion sooner or later because I have an empty trash cart waiting to be pulled back into the yard. Mlle. Renee did the Gunga Din routine showing that she was a better man than I, by making on one or two, but THREE brief sorties into the frigid wastes. More out of necessity than exercise. I actually got up rather early this morning and get my butt out of the refrigerator. Ok, it was a pork butt and I had to put it in the crock pot for a day of slow cooking.
Can show you what it looks like until I take the lid off at 6:00 tonight. Also haven’t decided on pulling it or slicing it yet.
Last night I watched the Grammy Awards Show which was much too long. I also think Yoko Ono put at least three hex signs directly on me. My major question is why do the producers insist on doing musical production numbers combining the musical talents of two individuals or groups who share no common musical talent or abilities. The one with the least talent always drowns out the other one. I mean when you combine a Wagnerian soprano with a tongue twisting rapper, you’re not going to please fans of either one. And why did Madonna show up dressed like the chorus line of Chorus Line. I’m not even going to comment on Taylor Swift’s spastic hair tossing. Taylor’s Swift Hair Enough said.
WHERE, OH WHERE, HAS MY ORIGAMI KANGAROO GONE? I haven’t given up on the origami kangaroo yet. I also haven’t made an acceptable version yet either. And I haven’t given up on origami either. Why just this morning I was wondering, what if Peter Parker had been bitten by an atomic ant instead of a spider? That inspired me to fold … THE ATOMIC ANTMAN!
Hopefully, he doesn’t have a taste for BOOKWORMS!
In yesterday’s post I featured my Sherlock Holmes’ mug I used at breakfast. Not wanting to slight any of my other breakfast mugs, I decided to give them a daily appearance of their own. So today, I had a hot mug of EARL GREY TEA in my Saint Louis Art Museum Mug.
And the pork butt I’ve been slow cooking all day … it was tenderlicious and I forgot to take a picture of it before I started eating it. So now, who takes pictures of leftovers.
And in case you were wondering, THE ARCTIC MONKEYS were a British rock group.
SO, IT’S MONDAY! BIG DEAL, AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT TODAY:
The Polar Vortex is coming back to haunt us again tomorrow. And I have absolutely no idea what it is or what it does other than it’s going to be very cold again tomorrow. And it’s also going to snow again tomorrow. Remember when the weather used to be predictable, and you have a 50% chance that the weather forecaster would get it wrong. And then Al Gore had to go and invent GLOBAL WARMING. And I really have no idea what that has to do with the frigid temps we’re supposed to have tomorrow.
I have no idea what it does. I got it when I renewed a subscription to a magazine. Unfortunately, it didn’t come with an instruction sheet, and it took me half a day to figure out how to set the time.
I was supposed to fold a KANGAROO in 25 different folds. Let’s just say my attempt got me half way through the project before I admitted defeat. But you know what the say, “If at first you screw up royally, give it another try tomorrow.”
Then someone sent me this email Brain Study meme …
Maybe I should just go out and walk in the snow with Mlle. Renee.
After a series of repeated damp and dreary days, Annie came through for us and the sun actually came out for SUNDAY! And the temps actually moved into the mid-50s. Mlle. Renee actually rejoiced and insisted on an extended play date outside where she could actually frolic in the warming solar rays. When she finally came in she immediately took an afternoon nap … without even inviting me.
I, however, failed to get a nap break because I had things to get done around the house. (OK, so I didn’t get out of bed until noon!) I had to use a cake mix that I purchased last summer before it expired.
It was a Key Lime and Cherry Cake with Dark Chocolate Frosting. I baked it in a Bundt pan and it came out perfectly. Ask me how it was later.
I also had a very difficult Origami figure to fold. Here’s a clue as to what it was …
Duuun dun duuun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun BOM BOM dun dun dun dun dun dun doo dedoo doo dedoo dede doo dede doo dededoo!
And it took 22 folds to complete it! It also took me longer to fold than it did to mix and bake the cake. Which also disappeared faster than an ocean full of frantic swimmers.
Today was Saturday, and what more can I say other than it really was a Saturday kind of day. Why is it that Saturdays always get short shrift in the rating of days of the week. What do you do on a Saturday? What else but Saturday kind of things. Back in olden times, which predates even me, it was the day that everybody took their weekly bath! Or it was the day the lady of the house cleaned the house for Sunday. And when I was a kid, it was the day a walked to the library to pick up the books I would be reading during the next week. It has been a long time since I walked to the library on a Saturday. Mainly because the library is now a day care center for kids. But also because it was a very long walk! Today, I’ve got my Kindle which always has at least two books waiting for me to read. And if I want to take a bit more time reading a book, I don’t have to worry about getting back to the library to get it renewed. Times have changed, but Saturdays still are just Saturdays.
Anyway the temp today reached into the forties. But it still was just another gloomy Saturday, and I really had to work hard to make it unique!
Then I tried the Mechanical Dog and decided it actually was made for him. Someday I’ll replace his batteries and see if Mlle. Renee would enjoy playing with him.
FRIDAY the 17th of JANUARY, and it was a day totally lacking in any hint of warmth. Unbelievably, I woke up at five and I felt as if I was sleeping in an igloo! So I called my faithful companion and coaxed her into my bedroom and onto my bed. She snuggled against my legs and feet and soon they thawed out. It took her about 30-second to fall asleep and start snoring. Naturally, I soon followed her.
We slept in until the alarm went off at nine. I got up and checked the remote external thermometer to discover that it was 13F out. Wish I had known that before I got out of bed. I had set the alarm because I was scheduled for a lunch meeting with a bunch of guys who went to high school with me. You would have thought that a bunch of well-educated older gentlemen would have had enough sense to choose a day that was a bit warmer for their lunch gathering. So I cleaned up, got dressed, and braved the chilling winter winds. Mlle. Renee went back to bed, and she had never even gone to high school.
The lunch was scheduled at the original Pasta House restaurant in University City and we spent two and a half hours mostly talking with eating in between. Then when we broke up, I stopped at a bakery and picked up some winter comfort food to take home.There’s really nothing better to eat on cold winter days than hearty, fresh-bake multi-grain bread with strawberry jam and a mug of hot cocoa. Also while waiting for my Metro bus to take me home I took this picture of an endlessly long and graffiti emblazened freight train.
And when I got home, the temp had almost reached 20 F and the snow was still falling.
And that was my totally chilling winter’s day.