I even cooked said vegetables myself. You might be thinking this is a really horrible beginning to a blog post, but then you’d be forgetting two very important things about me: a) I don’t eat vegetables, and 2) I don’t cook. And yet? It happened. And then I was rewarded the next day with this little beauty in my mailbox:
I might be a vegetarian, now. I think I’ve been converted by postal intervention. I suppose this makes it officially official that I have a master’s degree now!
I’ve been struggling for awhile now to write a post to follow the last depressing entry. Especially as several days after the non-magicalness of Christmas post was written, I lost my grandfather. I’m also still unemployed, living in my parents’ house, and just discovering that the only coffee shop here closes at 3 PM. Which? Is prime ‘read-while-you-have-your-14th-cup-of-coffee’ time. Maybe that’s a good thing, though, as there are no public toilets in said coffee shop. And there are white plastic chairs to sit on. Let’s just say, it’s no Costa…
But there’s a silver lining: we weren’t hit by the dreaded ‘Polar Vortex’ that was swirling around the rest of the U.S. of A. Nope, we just call that ‘winter’ here. Have I mentioned that my favorite Christmas present this year was an electric blanket that gets so hot you could bake cookies on it? It’s basically the best thing since sliced bread. It’s been a long time since I’ve lived here in the tundra, and I’m just now starting to get my ice legs back. (Get it? Instead of sea legs? Because it honestly takes talent to walk on ice without screaming profanities while you’re flying through the air. I should really stop explaining my own jokes…) But really, the only ‘walking’ I’ve been doing lately is walking across the street to visit my grandmother, drink tea, and be delighted/terrified that she’s actually letting me help in her kitchen (Like I said earlier, I don’t cook. The last time we had Mommom over for dinner, all I was tasked with was putting the casserole in the oven. It burnt…). It’s eerily quiet in her kitchen now, but it’s been SO fantastic to be able to make these memories with her. Who knows, maybe she’ll rub off on me so much that my next endeavor will be in the culinary arts! (There’s no way that’s happening. I literally cut myself on a spatula a couple of weeks ago.) So between seeing the Grams, driving to Cheyenne to mush on the world’s cutest baby (Abbi and TJ’s little girl is more adorable than words can describe), and giving myself homework (how else am I supposed to pass the time??), I have nothing new to report at this very minute. I just wanted to say hello, and thank you to all those who have passed on sweet and caring words these past few months. Y’all are pretty amazing 🙂