December 23rd, 2011



The first day of winter was exactly like the last day of fall. That's hardly surprising, but still a bit disappointing. I was hoping that we would get three feet of snow today (Thursday,) and tomorrow it would all melt and spring would arrive three months early. Winter wouldn't be half bad if it only lasted one day. It's the way it just drags on that's so annoying. But at least the days will now be getting longer, if no warmer.

I fell asleep very early this morning, before I got out to feed the feral cats, then woke up just after noon, so that's when they finally got to eat. They were not pleased at the delay, I'm sure, but they didn't threaten to move out. In fact they were delighted to see me, and greeted me with loud meowing. They might have been trying to make me feel guilty, but that would be a difficult thing for such fat kitties to do. It was winter's fault, anyway, not mine. I was suffocated to sleep by the large pile of blankets I'd heaped on myself while watching the television show I never saw the end of. Stupid winter.

Having been awake since noon, I promptly fell asleep again right after dinner, and didn't wake up until almost midnight, which is why this entry is late. Now there are dishes waiting to be washed, and I'll probably be unable to get back to sleep at all tonight. Well, the cats will be happy to have me awake at their proper feeding time, and I'll get to see another winter sunrise. Assuming I don't freeze to death, of course.
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The upcoming weekend having a disruptive holiday in it, I went grocery shopping today, to get it over with. Leaving the house, I intended to grab my sunglasses, as the afternoon was bright, but once on the way I discovered that I'd grabbed a comb instead. I must have looked damned silly going around town with a comb in front of my eyes.

The day was bright and almost mild because an inversion layer held the fog and cold in the valley, but the same phenomenon will make it very cold tonight. In fact it might freeze. I'll have to keep an eye on the feral cats' water bowl. Tomorrow should be sunny and almost mild again, but there could be rain early next week. I certainly hope so. The lawn ought to be fairly green right now, but it is getting brown patches in it due to lack of rain, and I have no intention of irrigating it this time of year. Water should be free in December!

We might be losing the War on Christmas. Not only were the stores terribly crowded today, but the tin cans in their ceilings were playing an endless stream Christmas songs. Bing Crosby is risen! All that cheer was so distracting that I rushed out of the market before remembering to buy tomatoes. Now there is only lettuce and cucumber for the salads. It's a holiday tragedy. On the other hand, I did get a six pack of Anchor Steam Beer on sale, which is sure to improve my disposition.

To help counteract the holiday monotony, here's non-Christmas music. My dad had this record, and I remember hearing it as a kid and being very distressed at Bill's behavior toward the fair young maiden. I truly wanted to like the guy, but couldn't countenance his misogynistic violence. Still, I hoped to meet him someday and hear him spin yarns— provided he left me at least a slice or two of the pies.