Woke up to a white out this morning:
Wow. When did that happen?
I was going to go out and start shoveling.
Well in a fleeting thought kind of way.
Then I looked down at my feet:
and realised I would get all snowy and yuk and over winter before I even made it to the snow shovel...
So I stood on tippytoe and peered over the fence to check the road and realised that (of course) I had missed the chance to shovel the road before the neighbour across the street. Of course because we've lived here 8 years now and I haven't beat him yet and it's not likely to happen seeing as I wait until it's light before I go outside and all.
So I closed the door and decided against shoveling afterall.
We decided to brave the NY crowds and head out to the shops i the moring which was oh so much fun as both K and I are croud-phobic, Meg and Amy have yet to master the art of walking in a crowded area- Amy skips and swings her arms around and Meg is just a firecracker- you can never tell which limb will fly out in which direction next- so it's always stressful walking past little old ladies, pregnant women, people holding babies and the frail. All of whom seemed to be out and about in Matsumoto today. Aghhhhh!
We had to go to the drycleaners to pick up an item that we had received a phone call asking us to pick up and yet had absolutely no recollection of taking there.
Which was really weird.
And even weirder in that in the last couple of months I have been to the drycleaners no less than three times.
And about a year ago I realised you don't actually need your docket as long as you can remember your name and phone number and haven't even tried to keep one since so each time I go to the drycleaner they ask my name and number and then scurry off to the bowels of the shop and come back with my drycleaning.
So, if I had forgotten to pick up drycleaning surely it would have showed up on the fandangled computer system when I went in for something else?
On the other hand, had it been their miss I would have expected a humble grovelling apology and a free pack of tissues or roll of tinfoil or something, right? Rather than a brusk phonecall.
Oh well, mystery remains but mystery drycleaning safely brought home and crowds and snowy roads didn't get the best of us.
Got home to a DIY ramen lunch buffet.
I had homemade char siu pork (sooooo good!), corn, kimchi, boiled egg, seaweed, flavoured bamboo pieces and naruto fishroll at Amy's insistence that it wasn't sweet.
Amy has a different palate than me that's for sure. Blerghhh!
Meg wanted photographic evidence of her ramen- ham, egg, bamboo, corn and egg.
Then it was playtime.
And on and on and on it went.
Till the gloaming:
Then the dark:
If you peer hard at the top centre of the picture you can just see the reflective tape on Meg's ski-hood.
Meanwhile K and I worked on the woodpile. As you do right? We don't do anything out there for months and then as soon as it's bitterly cold and snowy why not get out there and cut some wood for next season.
That'S right. We have enough wood and then some for this season but K likes to stay ahead of the game and it's the first day of his holiday so why not, hey?
I am obviously too old for the self-portrait by camera-phone thing but I was out there helping K and ws thinking that my drizabone all weather coat has come a long way from scout camps in the rain in Asutralia to rice planting and wood hauling in the snow in Japan. It still has my name stitched in the collar, though. And I still leave it around the place so just as well, hey?