Friday, January 25, 2013

New Year's Resolutions

You might have noticed that, for once, I have not made any New Year's Resolutions this year.  Normally, I really love thinking of new projects to do for the year, but with my back being almost as bad as it was last year and a long, hard year finished, I think my main focus this year is just going to be to get my back healed.  The fact that I was out breaking ice off the sidewalk and driveway yesterday and can actually still MOVE today is progress, but I still have a long way to go.

I am, however, continuing my 100-books-a-year project, and have one new twist to add this year:  at least 12 of the books need to be books I have moved at least once and which may not be shelf-worthy.  This came about mostly from this:
I picked up this little book on a clearance table somewhere or perhaps through a discount book seller while I still lived at the Orange-Carpet apartment (a memorable, aesthetically-challenged apartment that was home to some of the best parties I have ever thrown), which means that this little book was packed up and moved into my first house, then packed up and put in storage when I sold that house, then moved and unpacked again when we bought this house.  Obviously, I have already put in quite a bit of effort in my relationship with this book, so this week I decided it was high time to read the thing.  And, I hated it. 

I realize that with our long history together, my expectations were rather high for this book, and having discovered Deric Longden's The Cat Who Came in From the Cold last year, the bar was rather high, but it still boils down to having lugged around a rambling, disjointed book by a rather unlikeable man for 10 years.  Of course, Mr. Amory is completely unaware of the trouble his book has caused me, and I can hardly fault him for that as I'm not even positive he's still alive, but I am still feeling slightly chuffed that I have probably put more effort into this book than he did.  So this morning I attacked our book shelves, which all look about like this:
to find more books that I thought had at least been moved once and/or were "read-worthy" but not "shelf-worthy."  
I've already read and donated The Buccaneers by Edith Wharton, which I didn't think was up to her normal standards (which probably makes sense as it was finished after her death, and one never writes so well when one is dead as one did while one was still alive), and the dratted curmudgeon book makes 2, so obviously I have a few extras here.  This is in case I am either VERY ambitious, or very curmudgeonly in my own right and refuse to finish some of these.  I am pretty sure at least 8 of these have moved twice as well, so I hope they turn out better than the curmudgeon.  As the spring library book sale approaches, I also hope none of them surprise me and qualify as "shelf worthy."  We are rather notorious for buying books by the pound or sackful, and could frankly use the shelf space..........

Monday, January 21, 2013

I Am Channeling Boo Radley

Today I made it until 2:00.  Some days I've made it until 4:00, but this extreme cold has pretty much stopped life here at the Ch√Ęteau.  I don't seem to be able to dress warm enough to go outside without managing to aggravate the pulled back muscles, and even staying inside dressing as warmly as I can stand, I've had several bad days that resulted in Valium and movies, and aside from having the girls over last Monday for knitting night, I've been drugged and in bed with the heating pad by about 5:00 every night.  I think the neighbors have started to question my existence....

The good news is that Wednesday is supposed to reach 31--which isn't above freezing but is at least above 20--and by weekend it is supposed to finally get above freezing.  Hope!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Random Updates

*  Sometimes the "just go until it hurts" program works.  Sometimes it doesn't..........and one never knows the difference until the next morning

*   In spite of several painful days this week, I still don't think anything is quite as painful as the probability that I sprained my ass while doing physical therapy

*  I'm not sure what the temperature threshold needs to be for either the cats or myself to be willing to go outside, but it hasn't hit it this week.  It hasn't often gotten above 20.

*  Bored kitty-cats appreciate some extra catnip now and then.  Or every day........

Sunday, January 13, 2013

It's 5 Degrees Outside

....which explains why I am almost exclusively INSIDE these days.  Besides just being miserable out, the secondary (actual) back injury (not the original hip problem that just CAUSED back pain but without there being any actual back damage) seems to really hate cold.  We found this out when the first cold snap 2 weeks ago left me laying completely flat and doped to the gills for two days.  As there was also icing of my backside involved, this isn't an experience I am anxious to repeat, so I am leading a Boo Radley existence at the moment, though as of yet I'm not leaving any sort of gifts for neighborhood children.

We did get a break in the cold to get a week of snow last week, which is a bit unusual for Boise.  Usually we get snow, everyone crashes into each other on their way to work because they fail to grasp that 4-wheel-drive doesn't mean one can drive 60 MPH on slick roads--especially with any desire for stops that don't involve impact--and then it all melts off by about 2:00 PM and everything is fine.  THIS year we have snow on the ground, and poor Andy has actually been stuck with doing the snow shoveling, which I usually take care of.  I did do the shoveling Friday before the latest cold snap, but have learned that there are different types of soreness to be on the lookout for.  Just muscles-being-exercised is fine, but when the you're-going-to-regret-this-for-a-week kicks in, I am done with whatever I'm trying to do.  This latter category is new to me this year, and it's not to be messed with it seems.  "Just work it off" may or may not have been a great idea in high school sports, but in one's 40s, this attitude apparently leads to things like drugs, heating pads, and having one's sanity questioned by just about everyone one knows.  Wisdom may not automatically come with age, but the expectation of it does.................

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Seasons

I love to watch the change of seasons on Pinterest. We've moved out of "Christmas things I'm way too lazy to make" and have moved into "Valentine's things I'm way too lazy to make."

Friday, January 4, 2013

Conversations Now Possible At Chateau Sutton-Goar

Andy (seeing wife visibly limping):  "Is your back starting to hurt again?"

Toni:  "Not starting--actually hurting"

Andy:  "Want me to get out the electrodes?"

And some people thought we'd already reached maximum weirdness by now........


The Look

Anyone who thinks cats can't learn things hasn't lived with one. It took Theo maybe a month into his diet to figure out that I can...