I guess the holidays are officially over

And the news and the weather are equally disturbing. And depressing.

The light brite tree went back up to the attic yesterday (Jan. 2). On New Years Day when I went up to get the plastic bin it’s kept in, there was a big pile of snow on the attic floor. We have an 11-year-old roof, that was a peel off and supposed to be good for 30 years, so all I could think of was dredging up the warranty, which wouldn’t be that hard, but that it might be hard to get ahold of the company that did the work, although I think it was this company, and they still seem to be in business. I just remember one of the guys standing on my front porch with his hand out, illustrating that “payment on completion” meant just that.

Mark took the tree up and he thinks that we don’t need to worry unless it happens again. Fingers crossed.

But meanwhile, that dumbfuck in the White House is starting, or escalating, anyhow, a war with Iran.

Aargh. Lets talk about food.

On New year’s day we ate hoppin’ john and fried eggs and sweet potatoes, and gave away furniture. That’s got to be lucky.

Thursday I went back to work and got interested in the snow lumps the plow left in the courtyard at HC White.

We had leftover latkes and vegetable soup for dinner, and watched the Linda Ronstadt documentary.

Friday morning when I walked to work it felt like I was the only person on earth, at least on my street – it got more populated as I made my way down to campus.

We went out for fish fry. Even though the Food Fight remodeled Avenue Bar is lighter and newer and cleaner than Skip Zach’s, it still feels pretty Sconnie. And the guy at the table next to us had a grasshopper for an after dinner drink/dessert just as it should be – when it got delivered there was no food on their table and I was afraid he might be drinking it before dinner, but the next thing to come was the check so he had it in the right order.

And seems like tomorrow I can go march against the war. Already. Again.