thundersnow
Dec. 21st, 2008 09:35 amI'm a bit annoyed about today's rare meteorological phenomenon. Tonight is my team roller derby practice-- all day Sunday is individual team practices, starting at 8 am. The weather reports are dire and say things like DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE, yet it is not so bad this morning, so I think there is a good possibility that the teams with early morning practices will have been able to do theirs. But it's only supposed to get worse today, so my team probably won't be able to skate.
This makes me sad for two reasons, one selfish. 1) (non-selfish) we only have two practices left before our first bout, which is a rematch of last season's championship game-- rivalry! pressure!-- and our team has a number of new girls who have never bouted before and need all the reassurance and practice they can get. and 2) (selfish) I am all over sore muscles and a really good hard skate, even if there's also a lot of hitting and bruising, does wonders toward breaking up the lactic acid and flooding me with endorphins. If I don't skate tonight I'm probably going to feel like poop until Tuesday.
But the most keenly-felt little annoyance is, for me, the fact that this morning, when I woke, Chita was sleeping by my knees, and when she saw I had awoken, she came and snuggled by my face, purring and purring and letting me pet her. And I was really, really happy, because I don't get a whole lot of snuggle-time with my moody Chita nowadays. So I was dozing, and petting my kitty, and she was purring, and everything was lovely.
And then the big roll of thunder came-- in my doze, I thought it a very rumbly bass chord on a huge church pipe organ, though I woke quickly enough to figure out that wasn't it-- and Chita woke with a start, glared fiercely at the window, and slunk away to hide under the bed.
No more kitty for me this morning. :( She is sitting hunched at the far end of the couch, looking mistrustful.
I am going to have to shovel soon, I think. Bah, I am so sore.
At least I had the forethought, last night, to follow up the piparkukas dough making with a big batch of butterscotch cookie dough (that's what the recipe calls them; really they're just the roll-out kind of sugar cookie), so both batches are chilling in the fridge and today can be a Cookiegasm. It's nearly 10 am and no one else is stirring, but I think it's late enough that I can begin clearing off surfaces in the kitchen without anyone thinking me some wake-up-early-on-Sunday Nazi.
Ooh maybe I'll make breakfast...
This makes me sad for two reasons, one selfish. 1) (non-selfish) we only have two practices left before our first bout, which is a rematch of last season's championship game-- rivalry! pressure!-- and our team has a number of new girls who have never bouted before and need all the reassurance and practice they can get. and 2) (selfish) I am all over sore muscles and a really good hard skate, even if there's also a lot of hitting and bruising, does wonders toward breaking up the lactic acid and flooding me with endorphins. If I don't skate tonight I'm probably going to feel like poop until Tuesday.
But the most keenly-felt little annoyance is, for me, the fact that this morning, when I woke, Chita was sleeping by my knees, and when she saw I had awoken, she came and snuggled by my face, purring and purring and letting me pet her. And I was really, really happy, because I don't get a whole lot of snuggle-time with my moody Chita nowadays. So I was dozing, and petting my kitty, and she was purring, and everything was lovely.
And then the big roll of thunder came-- in my doze, I thought it a very rumbly bass chord on a huge church pipe organ, though I woke quickly enough to figure out that wasn't it-- and Chita woke with a start, glared fiercely at the window, and slunk away to hide under the bed.
No more kitty for me this morning. :( She is sitting hunched at the far end of the couch, looking mistrustful.
I am going to have to shovel soon, I think. Bah, I am so sore.
At least I had the forethought, last night, to follow up the piparkukas dough making with a big batch of butterscotch cookie dough (that's what the recipe calls them; really they're just the roll-out kind of sugar cookie), so both batches are chilling in the fridge and today can be a Cookiegasm. It's nearly 10 am and no one else is stirring, but I think it's late enough that I can begin clearing off surfaces in the kitchen without anyone thinking me some wake-up-early-on-Sunday Nazi.
Ooh maybe I'll make breakfast...
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Date: 2008-12-21 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-21 03:12 pm (UTC)But you're right and I should've thought of that. :)
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Date: 2008-12-21 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-21 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-21 03:50 pm (UTC)still no thundersnow for me.
or green lightning.
just a lot of #%&%&^$ snow.
whoever told Mother Nature she needed to make up for the lack of snow this season in time for Christmas needs to be SHOT.
*sigh*
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Date: 2008-12-21 06:19 pm (UTC)I haven't been complaining about the snow, but I did really want to go roller skating tonight. Yes I am like eight years old. But it's funnnn. Whine.
Watch it all melt Christmas Eve and we'll have yet another muddy Xmas.
total cabin fever
Date: 2008-12-21 04:57 pm (UTC)Re: total cabin fever
Date: 2008-12-21 06:14 pm (UTC)Our first bout of the season is Jan 3rd, so we've got a LOT to do between now and then.
I'm nervous because the team we're facing only took on a few new girls in the November draft, while we took on more; we also hear that they're not planning on playing their rookies much/at all, so have been focusing on the old core squad, while we've decided to integrate our rookies from the get-go. If we had a longer season, our strategy would totally pay off, but we only get to face this team once unless we both go to the championship bout, so for the short-term our strategy may lose out.
I wouldn't care, because it's just the first bout and it'll be so much fun, but we've never beaten this team and they're getting really smug about it, and we want to beat them SO BAD. I will be disproportionately bummed if we lose. Which is why, instead of fretting, I've been working out every single day.
Which is actually pretty relaxing.
*@#(*% derby has gotten me addicted to exercise. During my idle phases I get really, really weird because without exercise endorphins my brain goes all haywire.
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Date: 2008-12-22 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-22 04:05 pm (UTC)Now she and Remi are tearing around the living room.