I had a tiring day. My snow knee was screaming at me from
the moment I woke up. It gave me a sense of having a limited amount of time, of
something impending – not doom, just snow. I had that feeling of winter having
finally arrived. Not a single flake has fallen yet, and it’s pretty late.
However, we might wake up to snow – my knee is rarely wrong.
I had a lot of things to do, but I put them aside for a last
ride on my bike. I am supposed to go riding down in Moab on Wednesday, but the
weather might put the kabosh on that. Today was probably my last chance for the
season. It was freezing out there. I realize that although I do have the right
clothing for skiing, I do not have the right clothing for riding in the cold.
The new tap room opened in town this weekend. It was
awesome. They are going to make a coffee porter soon with coffee from our very own coffee shop - is that cooperation or what? My friends and I had the best time and we are going to go pretty much
every weekend for the foreseeable future. Some of my husband’s coworkers and
their significant others were there, and while we missed him, no one missed his
girlfriend. They all agree that he traded down, which I found gratifying. His
boss told me the same thing over the summer, but I thought the rest of them
didn’t much like me. We went down and saw some live music after that. We pretty
much had the place to ourselves, so we danced and danced until the guy didn’t
feel like playing anymore. Then, we took him with us to Taco Bell. I haven’t
been there for years. It was still awful, but somehow so very right after a lot
of beer and dancing.
Yesterday was Gaudete Sunday – the pink candle on the Advent
wreath. After work I went to church. Then, I made a nice dinner and ate it at
the table. My husband’s weird superstitious Italian family believed that if you
make a curse at the table on Gaudete Sunday, the angels will hear and it will
come true. What I had to say is between me and the angels, but we had a long
conversation.
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