I was going to tell you all about our Thanksgiving, and the traditional second and third helpings of pie we consumed. I was going to post the above picture and say sentimental things about this time of year and mention some cringey, self-deprecating anecdote that concluded with how much I love DH. I was going to tell you that Lucille 3 got into the spirit of Thanksgiving by breaking into her large bag of dog food and eating a good 1/3 of it. I was going to tell you that she went from looking hot-doggy and weird-looking (as all dachshunds do), to looking like some kind of parody Macy’s parade dachshund balloon.
But Thanksgiving has passed, and Lucille has gone back to her regular weird shape, and the above picture is out of date now – there are no leaves on that tree anymore.
So, having missed the Thanksgiving thankfulness deadline, I’m just going to be honest and tell you all the things I’ve watched on TV over the past two weeks:
- Two seasons of the the Wonder Years
- The entire 1981 Brideshead Revisited mini-series.
- Fiddler on the Roof
- White Christmas
- Season one of Gavin and Stacey, plus the Christmas special
- A Few Good Men
- The Muppet Christmas Carol
- The Trip
- Season one of Green Wing
And, best of all, this Seinfeld clip over and over and over again:
Happy belated Thanksgiving!
Death’s Head was out of town for a few days, which meant that as soon as he was out the door I ordered an inordinate amount of Chinese food to last me until his return.
Then I binge-watched the Wonder Years on Netflix.
But having a dog means that I do actually get out of the house when DH is away. Autumn is Luce’s favorite season because every pile of leaves represents undiscovered treasure, so she was pretty happy with our walks.
All of that walking made her so very tired, though, so she napped right through most of the Wonder Years.
Luce continued to nap while I skyped with my happy little niece in L.A. Can it please be Christmas already? I cannot wait to play peek-a-boo in person with this darling.
And then it was back to Netflix and my knitting (two socks at the same time!). Luce, as you may have guessed, kept napping.
DH came home just as my Chinese food stockpile was running out because he has perfect timing and he’s the best. And as soon as he walked in the door he made me a nutritious homemade meal. It’s pretty clear what I have to be thankful for this year.
I’ve been absent from the blog for a while, and you might have some guesses about what I’ve been doing. Perhaps I’ve been busy inventing an app that sends anonymous judgy texts to people who have loud personal conversations on their cell phones in public places. Maybe I’m writing a one-woman play about my recurring dreams that I will guilt you into attending, and afterwards I’ll beg you to tell me your honest opinion and you will feel obligated to lie and say hesitantly, “It was … great?” Or maybe I’ve become a spy – the kind of spy with a sweet code name like “Narwhal,” who wears black pant suits and knows karate and has a closet full of wigs. But no, you are just a bad guesser (like, a really really bad guesser).
The truth is that I’ve taken up knitting.
A co-worker of mine has been teaching me, and I’ve become obsessive about the whole endeavor. I no longer read, or exercise, or speak in full sentences. I just watch tv while I knit, knit, knit.
If I end up withdrawing from society completely, I can at least rest safe in the knowledge that I’ll never be a true crazy cat lady, because I’m really more of a dog person. But I’m still very much in danger of one day becoming some kind of extreme Boo Radley type – a cautionary tale told around campfires right before the girl scouts all pinky swear that they’ll NEVER BE LIKE ME!
But knitting. It is awesome. For my first project, I made this cowl*:
And now I’m working on socks. Socks! My co-worker is basically giving me master’s level knitting instruction. The socks are more finicky than the cowl, and my fingers feel extra stubby when I’m working with the delicate yarn and tiny needles, but the point is that I’m making something. I’m a maker now. I create. I can rest easy knowing that I’ll have something of value to offer the alien overlords when they take over the earth.
*What’s the difference between a cowl and snood? The pattern for this project called it a cowl, but snood sounds so much better, like something Dr. Seuss would have written about. Wait, did Dr. Seuss write about snoods?
When it comes to sports, there’s almost nothing I find interesting enough to watch on TV. In person, though, I’ll show interest in pretty much any sporting event (remind me to tell you about the time I went to an ultimate wrestling competition in a Russian opera house), especially if someone else is footing the bill.
In this case, I won two very good tickets (through my workplace) to see the Flyers play the Ducks at Wells Fargo Center.
We were close enough to see a bloody nose or two, although I should be clear that I do not condone violence. At the same time, though, I don’t think my employers paid good money for me to not see a nosebleed, you know?
Flyers fans are even more intense than Phillies fans. There were a lot of very specific swears reserved for the referees and every player on the opposing team. I didn’t get the memo about the swears so I made a fool out of myself yelling things like, “I’M SURE YOUR MOTHER LOVES YOU!” and “YOU ARE DOING GREAT AND SHOULD FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF!”
In the spirit of good sportsmanship, I will focus this post on the two times the Flyers scored and played well. Let’s just ignore the times later in the game when they let their fans down and ruined everything and dashed our hopes and made us all question why they get payed so much.
So yeah, two goals!
I’ve long thought that I would enjoy a good pub quiz, and that I would be an asset to any pub quiz team. It seemed like an activity that would put all my random celebrity trivia to good use, and I just want to be useful! Plus, I’m so good at providing moral support!
Last Friday we went with friends to a Philadelphia-themed quizzo at the Fleisher Art Memorial, an art school and museum in Bella Vista. The Fleisher space includes a super cool (both in terms of aesthetics and in terms of draftiness) church where there were tables set up for teams.
Now, I’ve only lived in Philadelphia for a year, but I wasn’t daunted by the Philadelphia theme because I have seen the movie National Treasure at least ten times. Surely I must have picked up some trivia from that. Surely Nicholas Cage would not lead me astray!
But no, there was not one question relating to Nicholas Cage, National Treasure filming locations, National Treasure sequels, or anything at all of value. Instead, there was a round about notorious Philadelphians (all of whom were serial killers – I did some Wikipedia research on them after the quiz and now I will never sleep again), a round about Philadelphia songs (and not one was from the Rocky soundtrack!), and other rounds that were so difficult I have now blocked them from memory.
Thankfully my teammates were a little better prepared, and we finished squarely in the middle of the pack. No shame there, we can’t all be winners. Death’s Head was pretty excited about it.
So I didn’t prove to be the least bit useful to my team, but I still had a good time because winning isn’t everything, you know, said the loser. And I’m not just saying this to make myself feel better, but I really did provide some good moral support. I’d like to think that everyone on my team left that quizzo thinking, “That [Sickly Child] sure made me feel good about myself!”
I was in Charleston, SC, last weekend for a wedding and a mini family reunion. Even my parents were there! [It's rare that I get to see them in what I refer to as the "off-season."] There were walks on the beach, long naps, dancing, ping pong competitions, and lots of not picture-taking. I mean lots. This photo above is pretty much it.
I had no part in the planning for this trip, and, if I’m being honest, I didn’t lift a finger to cook or do dishes or contribute in any meaningful way. I just showed up at the gorgeous beach house my relatives had rented and mooched and hung out for two days. If you’re going to mooch, mooch with gusto and transparency, is what I’ve never said but am saying now. Also, mooch off of people with amazing taste in beach houses and you can’t go wrong. Thanks, Family!
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