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Il y a du Vent

20 Nov

In other words, it’s blowin’ a bloody gale outside. The temperature is 42F  (5.5C), which is not bad for mid-to late-November, but when the wind is hitting 55 mph (88.5kph), it can feel as if it is only 30 (-1).

The lights kept flickering at church this morning, and the treasurer joked about not paying the bill, but when we came home the power lines were down heading out of our little berg. Police cars blocking traffic crossing the highway, and utility trucks here and there. Not sure what they eventually did, as Gas & Electric won’t send people up in the “cherry pickers” if the wind is over 30 mph (48 k). Our power had also been out here, but the tall case clock in the dining room set us all straight when it came time to set the electric clocks.

We had our Annual Meeting at church today, and yours truly got herself elected to the vestry. Quite a surprise when I was nominated from the floor, and even more of a shock when I was actually elected. Thank you very much! And I got official permission to resume the monthly newsletter. This was cancelled when a former rector got in a snit over something I posted here. It wasn’t a lie, so I’m not sure what the big deal was, but some people just defy explanation.

Of all the nonsensical things, the newsletter now has to be approved by the entire vestry before it can be published. That should be cute – trying to get a half dozen people to agree on anything. It would probably be easier to shepherd a bill through Congress. Well, we shall see. I got such joy out of doing the newsletter before, and I’m looking forward to getting it up and running again.

Not sure what I’m going to call said newsletter, as the aforementioned rector told me “The Epistle is finished”. We shall see.

I am so sick of fighting this blasted cold.  It’s been since last Tuesday and I’m mightily tired of it.  Coughing and blowing all day and all night. The Squire has decamped to the guest room, and I can hardly blame the poor man.

Happily Never After

19 Sep

On Saturday, our parish had their annual murder mystery costume party. Somehow, I got roped into playing Alice in Wonderland. (I’m quite certain I did NOT volunteer for this job!) I purchased the wig at the local Costume Emporium, found a dress in my closet that would do, and took an apron from the Colonial Costume Closet. The White Rabbit started life as a bear from the Thrift Store, but with the help of some card stock ears, he passed muster. The Squire was my wizarding friend. I think he resembles a Jedi, but he says that’s the wrong fairy tale.

It seems to be every girl-child’s dream to have long blond hair, but it is definitely was not my colour, and I thought the long curls pulled my face down and made me bear a strong resemblance to a horse. Cute.

We really did have a good time. Hansel was not there, as his sister Gretel didn’t want me to marry him, and we were afraid she’d make a fuss if he showed up. Goldie Locks was in attendance, alice-and-the-wizard as was Baby Bear, who was hot on her tracks for breaking the furniture and eating all the porridge. Our church organist was Maleficent, and did a terrific job; she is a marvelous actress. Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, Snow White, Cinderella, and her fairy godmother, the Queen of Hearts, and various other characters.

Somebody killed Sleeping Beauty, and it turned out to be – Gretel! Didn’t break my heart. With her out of the way, now I can marry Hansel.

I’d had a scratchy throat all week, but when I got home, it was suddenly much worse. My uvula was swollen, and when I tried to sleep on my back (normal sleeping position) I kept choking, and when I turned onto my side, I couldn’t breathe. I was supposed to read on Sunday, but the Squire hustled me down to the local Doc-in-a-Box, where I was advised I had nothing more serious than a really bad cold and to keep out of other people’s way.


I have been blowing my nose almost non-stop. It’s amazing that my head can hold so much sh -, um, snot! Yes, that’s it. Snot! S’not funny, McGee.