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Staying warm -- 12/20/09 |
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If you have just wandered in from Holidailies and wonder who's who, there's a brief introduction to various characters at the end of this entry... |
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That winter storm came up the coast and dumped snow on us last night and this morning, pretty much acting like a classic Nor'easter, lots of snow, lots of wind, especially very strong gusts (40 and 50 miles an hour, producing whiteout conditions at times), but we weathered the storm thanks to our fireplace and some pomegranate martinis. Nancy & I had attended a niece's graduation (technically, I guess, it was called a pinning ceremony) from the School of Nursing at URI, then a celebratory lunch (at The Mews Tavern), followed by a few last minute errands, which included picking up the ingredients for a pomegranate martini. Now we were ready for the storm...
Jill and Nancy and I had dinner by the fire (turkey burgers)... and Jeremy got home from work around eight. Enough snow had come down by then to make the roads slippery and he decided to spend the evening at home. We sat around by the fire, put the ornaments on the tree (it had been up since Monday but we had never had all four of us home at the same time since then), watched a recent Robin Williams stand-up comedy performance on HBO... a few pleasant hours of family togetherness while the blizzard raged outside.
Tiger can sometimes be a bit of a pest in the middle of the night. He has identified Jill and me as his primary food providers and also considers us as his playmates when he wants to play. My normal wake-up time is around 5:45, so if he is pawing at my bedroom door or meowing and if I manage to focus my eyes enough to see that it is 5:30 or so, I will get up... but if it is three or four o'clock in the morning, I will just ignore him and go back to sleep. In that case, he goes back down the hall to Jill's room and meows for her (in fact, he had probably started at her door and came to mine only because she ignored him). You see, at three in the morning, Jill is quite likely to either be playing an online game (probably World of Warcraft) or reading in bed. Thus, she usually will let him into her room, play with him, give him a cat treat, etc. If she is trying to sleep, she will plop him down on her bed. He may curl up and even seem to doze off a bit, but it seems as soon as she is drifting off to sleep, he will want her to play or to go downstairs with him, etc. This doesn't happen every night, mind you, but last night was one of those nights... and she was very tired... and very annoyed with him. Thus, when she came in from shoveling snow, Tiger was napping... so she woke him up and asked him how he liked having his sleep interrupted...
And now I need to go make some tomato sauce so we can have pizzas in front of the fire tonight...
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