November 27, 2010


One of Those Days. With Boots.


I started out today all crabbypants, which is hardly news to most of you. But the snow made me happy, believe it or not. I put the flannel sheets on my bed last night, which makes me insanely happy. So, snow is good, and I believe it's time to start channeling my mother's indomitable festive spirit. That lady owned Christmas. Note to Roz: get out the recipes.

I trundled my butt off to Ottawa Street in Hamilton late this afternoon. Ari and I spent most of the day wrestling with his essay on 1984. Which is the last time I read it. I always re-read whatever the boys are working on in class, but now I'm just reminded of how much I hate science fiction. Argh.

In Hamilton, I lucked out with parking right in front, which is good because I always buy pillows and they're huge and fumbly and it's a pain to carry them any distance. The parking was free - bonus! And then I looked up. My favourite motorcycle boot and leather shop is on Ottawa Street. Riders Solutions. Well, taking the free parking right out front as an omen, I went in. And ten minutes later, walked out. With a new pair of gorgeous Harley Davidson boots parked under my arm. I am weak. So sue me.

I'm making dinner. Marinating chicken in something, and I just opened a little bag of tiny potatoes. I have parsley. As I'm washing the potatoes, I notice I've bought a mixed bag. White, red and purple. The white and red look normal, but the purple ones look like little bruises. I wonder who invented purple potatoes. And I wonder why.

At dinner, I noted that one of the potatoes was shaped like a heart. Awwwwwww. Presuming this would be a nice moment for the Young In-Loves (Christer and Pam), I pointed it out. "Hey," said Ari. "It looks like testicles." The moment died.

Maggie is sitting here insisting that yes, yes she does like teryaki chicken. I am ignoring her, and have decided more wine is in order.

It's been one of those days.

*I added the pic to prove how sensible it was that I purchased those boots. Sensible.

13 Comments:

Anonymous PJ said...

I'm glad you're happy with the snow. My neighbours decided that the snowblowers were the way to clear the snow. I couldn't understand why. I figured they just wanted to play with their toys. While I have a snowblower I decided that the first snow should be shovelled. It wasn't bad at first, front step and walk and around the cars. By the time I reached the end of the driveway, I was making a note to self to enroll my wife in a CPR course just in case....

By the by my word verification is torte. Is WGJ trying to tell me something?...

November 27, 2010 7:52 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

My wife and her mother head down that-away all the time to the fabric stores. They sewed a beautiful new house for us. Complete with tam-o'shanter. All for $35.99

Plus frickin' HST. Perfect way to end the day all crabbypants.

Forget the wine. Bring on the Rum. Barbados rum, not that crap from Brazil.

November 27, 2010 9:31 PM  
Anonymous jmd said...

I'm seeing a new dish on the Sommerfeld Christmas menu - "testicles au gratin". Yum.

November 28, 2010 7:38 AM  
Anonymous Sarah said...

This spate of domesticity is lasting a disturbingly long time. Have the boys taken your temp?

November 28, 2010 8:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm with you...hate science fiction...love boots. Have been to Ottawa St. many time but never ventured into the biker store. You've made me curious and now I'll have to check it out.
Spent yesterday christmas shopping and came home with a dress for myself. Its looking like last minute rush for me this year.

November 28, 2010 9:26 AM  
Blogger djc said...

Nice boots. Very sensible. Are you planning on another motorcycle series? If so, be sensible again and go back for the chaps and gloves and helmet. What the heck, get another jacket as well. Sensible leather fashion cures crabbypants.

November 29, 2010 9:19 AM  
Anonymous Roz said...

stop encouraging her. she needs no help in the leather jacket department. your sons! I don't know where they get it from...

November 29, 2010 9:48 AM  
Anonymous PJ said...

I keep sitting here wanting to write something about someone's desire for leather attire but I'm sure I would get me in way too much trouble. So I'll just ignore it and admire the very very sensible biker boots...

November 29, 2010 4:51 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

When all else is blech, leather makes the world seem...better.

I drive by fields and cows shudder.

November 29, 2010 6:53 PM  
Blogger djc said...

I had to write something. The Web God has smiled on me..... I got a REAL word to sign in with.

"thing".

I feel blessed somehow.....

November 29, 2010 8:50 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Why do people think that it is WGJ that assigns the random word verification sign in? And why does WGJ not refute it?

November 30, 2010 9:07 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

1. They believe he is all-powerful.

2. He does not care to refute this.

November 30, 2010 9:10 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

1. and 2. As long as he continues to take his infamy with a grain of salt - fine!

Nice boots, BTW.

Get a wee leather jacket to go with?

November 30, 2010 9:12 AM  

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