Sunday, Jan. 23, 2005 - 10:53 a.m.

it's cold in suburbia!

It's cold.

As expected, Richmond got a thick coating of ice, and very little actual snow. It's white and pretty, but not the same as a few inches (or a few feet!) of the Real Fluffy White Stuff. I'm longing for a blizzard, the type of which held Virginia pretty much hostage for two weeks, back in January of 1996.

THAT was awesome.

It's impractical, I know, especially now, since I have the job I have, and other responsibilities and such. A two week forced hiatus from work would not happen, first of all, and would be disastrous. I can't slack off now, since I'm the manager. :(

Kira would totally dig it, though. I have to take her up north sometime in the winter, so she can see a *real* snowfall for herself.

Yesterday was a day of sloth, after our thirtysomething-suburban-existence Saturday morning. Travis and I were in the new truck, and we had just gotten coffee at Starbuck's, and were driving over to the Einstein's bagel place when he noted that here we were, thirtysomething suburbanites, getting trendy coffee and a bagel, driving around in our new SUV. Then I pointed out that following the bagels, we were going to the church on Northside to do charity work. Yow. I feel the full force of conservative suburban life hitting me.

We are continually amazed by just how far we have sunk into the life we thought we each would never have, either because we didn't think we'd have that nice of a lifestyle, or because we strongly railed against any 'working for the man' type of existence.

HA!

It's a really nice life. We have a terrific house, a wonderful family, two excellent and reliable vehicles, great jobs, good friends, and the ability to do most of the things we want to on a daily basis.

Funny how when you're a teenager, or in college, or anywhere before you settle down and grow up, you think that having the house-car-spouse-kids-job life is somehow going to take something away from you as a person. Like acquiring the trappings of a settled life will somehow steal your soul. Some days I think I have to work a bit harder than others to stay in touch with my soul, and feed it what it needs, but all the deep parts of myself are still there. Even after the kid, the marriage(s), the job and the SUV. I'm still creative, and funny, and interested in things, and I still seek answers to questions I know I'll never fully understand. I think if nothing else, the path to my soul has deepened somewhat over the years. It's good.

See what happens when I am trapped in the house all day? I think too much.

Anyway, after the trip out in the morning, we helped set up the Caritas beds and blankets at the church our SCA group uses for practices and meetings. Forty homeless men and/or women will have a warm bed and meals this week in that church.

I sat in the Command Chair all day. I finished DaVinci Code (awesome!), and started on my next knitting project, a poncho for myself. Unfortunately I think I need longer needles, as the 92 stitches of extra chunky Thick 'N Quick yarn is *jammed* onto the 14" needles I have. It was hurting my hands. I was desperate, though. I really wanted to start this project, and the place I bought the needles didn't have anything longer....oh well.

I'm thinking of moving my diary to TypePad. The page is much prettier, and it's basically $5 a month for the nicer-looking page with no real HTML worries and the ability to have pix right in the middle of my blog instead of linked to a PictureTrail album. I dunno. What do you think?

I'm about to become a City of Heroes Widow again, so off I go to knit and do laundry until time to get the munchkin from her dad's.

Don't freeze!

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