On This Wintry Sunday

Posted on 01/31/2021 by chick
  • I am reading Ready Player Two by Ernest Cline. So far I’m not enjoying it. If the book were a ravioli and the filling were pop culture references, dinner would be a big mess of exploded pasta. Meanwhile, nothing happens for the first 120 pages except the main character being a jerk and wallowing in self-pity. I hope it will get better, but I’m keeping my expectations low.
  • I like cold and snowy weather, but I think I’m ready for our annual 3-season vacation from winter. It was -1.4 degrees last night when I went to bed. That is too cold. Negative temps are just so . . . negative.
  • Livia opened a new art store. This store specializes in dragon art. The prices are monstrously high. When I was a kid, me and my buddy Jason R, who lived across the street, used to sell our works of art at a nearby retirement community for 10 cents each. I know that there’s this thing called inflation, and I realize that Livia is at a disadvantage, because she has only 3 potential buyers at the moment, so higher prices are to be expected. But $8-$10 per dragon? Egads! I’m a sucker, though, and I bought two dragons (one was on sale, so I got a better deal on it). The dragons have names: Falcon and Ferabotus.
  • This weekend’s goal was to put any lingering Christmas stuff away. There was a great deal of Christmas still loitering about. Yesterday I reluctantly stowed away my books of Christmas music, but first I photocopied the songs that I enjoyed playing. I’ll put them in a binder so that next year I won’t have to sight-read all of the music again just to find the ones I like. Today I will attempt to undecorate (dedecorate? disornament? reunadorn?) the Christmas tree and take down my Christmas card display. Blah. This is the least wonderful time of the year.
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