I'm schlepping along on my roommate's pet sitting runs, in case she gets stuck in the snow. It beats another day lying around watching bad tv. I was starting to get bed sores.
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My step-father-in-law took some pictures yesterday of the freezing fog. It was really beautiful. I yoinked these from his facebook page, hopefully he'll post more because it was really spectacular out yesterday. There was a pretty neat looking frozen spider web, I hope he got one of that.
Looks like our big snowstorm today is going to be a bust. It will only be rain for the next few days. Hooray!
Back from camping earlier than anticipated, for a couple of very sound reasons. Principally, when I rang Rabble yesterday to say 'Happy Krimas' I gained a strong impression that while she might have been surrounded by family, she wasn't all that chipper. Secondly, last night on the RN news came the weather alert for central NSW, due to the remnants of Cyclone Lawrence having degenerated into a rain depression as it crossed the SA/Qld/NSW border. Residents of the central-western NSW region from Dubbo to Bourke were warned not to travel on the region's unsealed roads after 10pm last night, for fear that roads would become impassable. Sort of rings a bell. Rain coming.
Our daughter became engaged to her Scottish partner today. He is a fine young man, and we are very happy for them both. It is three years today since they met in Inverness, Scotland. They came to Toowoomba last April, and plan to make their future home here. We had planned a BBQ for tomorrow night. I wonder if her partner and I will be dancing together like we were at the wedding we attended in Manchester last year. Better not, I suppose. I don't want to make our daughter jealous...
- 20:39 Avatar is a really good 'anti' american imperialism statement and a helluva movie. #
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Nothing says Christmas like a Bundt cake candle.
This Bundt cake candle infuses your home with the sweetness and light we associate with this blessed season.
As its five wicks burn, they release into the air an aroma that returns fond memories of your grandmother gliding across the room on Christmas Day, silken lavender polyester robe trailing, drenched in cheap perfume from the 5-and-dime.
Amid a lifelike glaze mounds of cream-colored wax dot the monstrosity (possibly the creation of a Hollywood Wax Museum fellow who ingested three too many tabs of LSD in his youth) like samples emptied from the cosmetic surgeon's liposuction sac.
Garnishments of hard brown plastic balls replicating nuts nearly bring a tear to the eye, a nod to holiday sentimentality, detail and the prevailing presence of cheap Chinese goods in the American market.
Above all, you can rest assured that friends and family, upon viewing this one-of-a-kind candle cake, will shout: "Happy Holidays! And Good God! Where on earth did you find such a hideous contraption?!"
And you'll smile sweetly, if not demurely, and with a wink of an eye and finger alongside the nose like Santa Claus rise up the chimney (pretend if you don't have one) and answer: "At the Goodwill, for 99 cents."
Then like Blitzen you'll hasten toward the skies, three paces ahead of a spinning burning bad Bundt hurled your direction by your aunt (and quite the pitcher's arm she has) with a hollering command of "Get this damn gawd-awful thing outta my sight!"
(and to it a good night)
Ah, Christmas, when shineth the Spirit of Truth. Nothing bespeaks the holiday like the tackiest candle ever birthed on the face of the Earth, a Bundt Cake Gone Bad.
To all my loyal readers, bless you, and to the occasional drop-ins amused by the oddball and unconventional, all animals and to each and all every one a Most Merry Christmas.
May your holiday burn brightly. And badly with a Bundt.
gather round, children