Elgan speaks
...and her words thunder across the land

Yuk, yuk, yuk!

Monday, Jan. 1, 2007
3:04 p.m.
As foretold, my husband and I spent a quiet evening at home in front of first the stereo, listening to MahIer�s Tenth with the new sub-woofer he bought hooked up to our new tuner/amplifier (which makes our old B0st0n speakers sound like new, too), and second the TV, enjoying the best of the Just For Laughs (J0hn CIeese was on it) Festival and then the R0yal Canadian Air Farce New Year’s Eve special, ending with their infamous chicken cannon. We cracked open the bubbly we had chilling in the fridge (it was terrible, I have no idea where this stuff came from, who gave it to us, or how long it had been hanging around), kissed, and then I promptly went to bed. So much for being an old fogie.

When I got up this morning, there was a strange car in the driveway, well a car that didn’t belong to us, I sort of had an inkling whose it was, and when I went downstairs to get a can or two of OJ from the freezer, I noticed someone sleeping on the pull-out couch. It turned out that there was freezing rain last night, and when Little Princess, her BF, Buddy Boy and Ed left the the party they had been attending at 3 a.m., the roads were so slick that Ed decided he didn’t want to venture any farther up the hill, so everyone just stayed where they were.

When I arose (which was before 8 a.m.) the temperature was already above freezing, and by the time Ed left the roads were quite navigable, although there was still a bit of ice on the driveway that made just walking out to the car a little treacherous.

Hubby and I went for a stroll after lunch, and there really is a January thaw happening out there. The layer of snow that we had is almost gone, and we saw geese, hearing them first, flying in a huge flock in a random direction above the river. There have been juncos at the feeder, a species that is usually only seen during spring and fall migrations.

We also met some of our neighbours out for strolls, enjoying the unseasonal temperatures. One of them was walking her dog, who, although obviously having been trained by its previous owners, didn’t respond to her commands until she found out quite by accident that it was anglophone (she is francophone). I thought that was funny.

And to leave you on a merry note, Hubby told me about an attempt to circumcise a whale. They had to send down four skin divers.

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