storms, such as yesterday's. Temps were a balmy 50-something, and nothing was freezing... ho, hum. Then, the power went out. We noticed. Well water stopped pumping; internet, house phones and TV went silent; appliances sat dormant; lights out. A pole had come down; it was a long time to restoration. Daytime was a cinch, but darkness comes early in December.
What better time to start that long overdue afghan I've been promising Gavin? He's the only Grand who does not yet have one. (No "Weeds" or "Tudors" to catch up on... the key factors to patience for sittin' and knittin'.) I could barely see the yarn last night, but it's looking decent, this morning.
Maybe Robert Redford's very cool SUNDANCE catalogue is helping to brighten it. "Sundance." What does it mean to you? I've mentioned before on CMI the sun dance that my boys and their cousins used to do around the pool, on cloudy summer days. "Oom-pa, oom-pa, oom-pa, oom-pa SUUUUUUUUUN!!" Of course, there is
RR Superstar's film festival, for aspiring artists. Then, there are Native American sun dance rituals. Whatever. Thinking hard on the word must work, 'cause
here's what we awakened to:
