Wednesday, January 6, 2021


We enjoyed our annual New Year's Eve chocolate fondue via Zoom this year, and it was more fun than I would have dared hope.  We just sat in our different houses and talked and snacked and laughed.  I am so glad we did it.    And although I wasn't there to take my usual million photos, I managed to catch a couple screen shots!  Just seeing their faces makes me so happy.

Jack and I expected to be in bed long before midnight but he set up the Apple homePod speakers I bought him for Christmas and told Siri to play Beatles music and moved on from there to every song and group that either of us could think of.  The next thing we knew, I was singing the night away.  I was stunned at how easily all the words from the songs of my youth came back.  It was midnight before we knew it and we ended the night by dancing in the living room to Neil Young's Harvest Moon.  A nice end to an awful year and a hopeful beginning to the next one.

The years ended and started with snow, twice during the holiday, and my snow plow service didn't come to plow us out.  We had several inches before we gave up and tried to clear it ourselves.  I left phone and text and email messages but no one ever got back to me, even as of today.  Fortunately I was able to hire a couple of young people on our "next door" internet app to come and do the work because Jack and I, working together, weren't making much progress.  But this week I will start the frustrating search for a new service -- not easy to do once you've waited for the snow season to begin because their routes fill up quickly.   And if I can't find anyone I will have to swallow my annoyance and call our old company and play nice.  They did promise me, after all, not a month ago when I called just to confirm, that I was on their list to be plowed out whenever it snowed more than 2 inches and we had way more than that . . . twice!  In fact our letter carrier left a note complaining that she couldn't safely come up our driveway.    I would be surprised to learn that they either didn't work during the holiday or dropped me off their list since all local businesses are crying about how much the pandemic has ruined their business.  One would think they would actually be eager to work when the opportunity arises, and many other companies were; we saw their trucks all week up and down our street.  I've known several people in this part of the world who made the bulk of their yearly income clearing snow so it's no small thing.  Anyway, the driveway is clear  now, the mail carrier is happy again,  and snow is not predicted again this week, so hopefully I'll get it all sorted out tomorrow . . . since I forgot to do it today.  It is hard for me to remember to worry about snow when it is not snowing.

Speaking of our mail carrier, she brought me an unexpected box yesterday, which said on the outside that it had been ordered and sent by Jack's daughter.  Inside was an ember coffee cup, which I just recently saw featured in an article on the internet.  It is temperature controlled through a phone app --- what WILL they think of next?!  It claims it will keep my coffee or tea hot for as long as needed, preventing those last swallows of cold coffee I have every morning.  The cups are ridiculously expensive and something I had thought about getting for Jack because he is the one who enjoys his coffee HOT, but I decided he would not really appreciate it - and I learned I was right when I tried to get him to try the cup with HIS morning coffee.  And it is for sure much too expensive for us to want his daughter, who is expecting a baby, to buy.  When I thanked her for it she said she is "catching up", so I have lots of mixed feelings.  Jack swears he didn't say anything about my hurt feelings, and I hope that is true.  And truly we don't want any of the kids to spend money they really can't afford on us, because we have or can get anything we need.    The ember reviews say that many people find it very worth having, so maybe we will, too. I had kind of expected that I would pass it on to Jack after a polite interval because temperature matters more to him than to me, he keeps a cover on his cup to try to keep the coffee hot, while I let mine sit until I remember it is there.   But it was kind of nice to be able to dawdle over my coffee this morning and to have it be as good when I finished it as when I first poured it.  Still and truly, I did not need a gift from his daughter  - the lack of a gift was never the problem - but of course it was very nice of her, and I will try not to think too deeply about it.   I am not good at letting slights, or perceived slights go, but I will work on it because of course I want our family gatherings to be frequent (when they are safe again) and comfortable for all of us, and I do care and want the best for his kids.

Election drama is coming to a head, and I hope it will finally peak -- maybe today, surely by the 20th -- and that the whole Trump era will finally get out of the collective American spotlight so that we can move on to the many problems we are facing these days.  Meanwhile we will try to carry on as we  have, staying as safe as we can and being grateful for what we have.

1 comment:

Jeanne said...

Aaaah, your evening of oldie music sounds lovely!