It's cold again. Very. And I can't help but think of those who are living rough, who are unhoused or are "couch surfing" from patient friend to patient friend. Most of us are just a paycheck or two away from making those same hard choices. The overnight shelter in Littleton is open, and there is a giving tree at the Coop with needs tags for them. There is an ongoing collection for basic necessities to benefit those who are having a rough time. There are several "little free pantry" sites. But it's not enough, and the need is growing. When I hear from certain pundits that prices are down all over, that gas is about 2.00 a gallon, that an extra dollar or two won't break anyone... I get steamed. Seriously angry. How dare they spout such fallacies? I've read "so what if beef is a dollar or two more a pound" too many times lately. When hamburger is a luxury item, there is something radically wrong. Health care costs are already spiking, ...
Woke up to 8 degrees. And snow. And dark. It's flat out wintery. I'm still clinging to the hope that we'll be able to go to the Nutcracker, but Old Man Winter and Momma Nature are being cranky. It's not until Wednesday, so maybe? I hope so. Either way, I think I'll keep the personal day I have scheduled-- I could use a day to get some holiday stuff and probably laundry done. What are we doing today, on this cold and dreary-ish Monday? Work. My juniors in AP Lang are working their way (happily!) through Braiding Sweetgrass , and I think we are scheduled to do another practice essay on the College Board website. The Brit Lit kids are reading Dickens' Hard Times ; I hope they see the connections, especially with the character of Bounderby. It's kind of hard to miss. Other than that, it's a matter of survival until the break-- I'm in sore need of some quiet time. On the fun side of things, we went to the bookstore to hear Santa read The Polar Express ...
Well, I took it upon myself to purchase the Christmas tree on my way home from work. It was already getting cold and windy again, and who wants to wait til 4:30 to go back out and do the tree selection in the dark and cold? Not I. So, I drove it home, then later went to pick up Holly with the tree still attached to the roof of my car. When G got home, it was a lot simpler for him to just untie it, cut the end, and we installed it in the front room. It smells great in here. Today, when G gets home, we'll do the lights. It's usually a tense situation (we do not work on lights well together), but we will manage it. Then, if we are really good with our time, at least we'll get some of the ornaments on it. I sure hope so. Tomorrow will just be too busy. It seems I've packed (unwittingly? unwillingly?) a whole lot into this one weekend. Holly's got basketball in the morning, then we are going to see the local production of The Nutcracker, and I have to get some groceries...
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