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How to survive winter

Hello my long-neglected blog.

I would apologize, but I find blog-neglecting apologies to be yawn-inducing. Instead, I should say how happy I am to be back! December was quite a month with projects and holidays and the whole shee-bang. I decided to take a hiatus from most public gatherings and much preferred to be hunkered down with a knitting project (or two, or three) in the comfort and warmth of my own home. Then I went to Tucson for the best visit with three of my favorite people. I have to say that the worst part about vacation is coming back and realizing that you could be doing things that don’t involve sitting at a desk all day. Note to self- you’ve really got to work on that.

There are a couple of other things that have been keeping me away- though they are quite minor and I am probably just making excuses. One is that I wish that there were more hours in the day to devote to things I’d really like to be doing (don’t we all) and another is that I live in a basement where most of the lighting is awful fluorescent and not so great for photos (this means ANYTHING).

But, that’s awfully negative thinking. The post-vacation blues must really have me down. So let’s look at some really great things that have happened in the past two months:

For starters, I have been knitting a lot: leg warmers, a GREAT winter hat and I’ve started another sweater for me and a much smaller sweater for a much smaller person.

Also- I’ve been running- enough so that I’m beginning to self-identifying as a runner (the importance of self-identity is a thing I learned as a sociology/anthropology major- it’s kind of a big deal)! So that’s great. I’m also reading Born To Run and it’s sort of blowing my mind and making me want to run more, and farther, and faster. So that’s another thing. For your reference, one week ago I ran for a full hour without stopping. This is also kind of a big deal. I’m very much looking forward to running on surfaces that are not covered in ice. With any luck, warmer weather will arrive with the month of March (“warmer” being not freezing).

Continuing along the self-improvement vein, I also took a trapeze class at a local studio. Besides being a really cool thing that you can tell your friends you did, it’s perhaps the best upper-body workout EVER. And it’s fun- if not somewhat discouraging when you can’t do something you vividly remember doing, easily, 20 years ago. Bozemanites, please check out mountain air dance for schedules and more information.

As far as surviving my second Montana winter, I’d say I’m doing a far better job than last year. For starters, I’ve got some great athletic outlets, which, excitingly, include a snow sport! I don’t know if you’re aware, but downhill skiing is freaking expensive! To avoid buying gear and a ski pass, I’ve taken to uphill skiing (also known as Cross-Country or Nordic skiing). Last weekend my beau and I skied 10 miles into a forest service cabin. It might just have been the most relaxing and intense weekend trips I’ve had in a while, and it made me want to and live a reclusive life in a cabin.

Perhaps that’s where you should start to look when I don’t show up for work tomorrow.


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I’m your huckleberry.

It could be the last sunny weekend of the year, and I came down with a heinous cold. What’s worse, is that I was supposed to be camping out amongst the pines of the cascades, sipping tea, knitting and gazing across a pristine high-altitude lake with the grand reflection of Mt. Hood hanging impossibly close beyond.


Perhaps it has been a hidden blessing, what with me sitting at home, relaxing (which is something that I find extremely difficult).

I am not a reader. This has become recently quite clear to me- especially now that I am co-habitating with someone who has an in-exhaustible huger for words, both fiction and non. I do envy this hunger, but always find that reading is a very passive activity, one which I choose once all other, more active, options have been ruled out (of which there are many).

However, when one is sick, and ones body shouldn’t be eating sugar or dairy (which rules out baking), one shouldn’t be out running about (which renders one housebound), and one is resolved to moping on either the couch or bed (both of which are ideal for reading).
The fact is that I have two excellent books on my night table (and more on my list that Nic has been making in his head and which is apparent by every time we go to Powells he suggests yet Another book. It’s really quite sweet).

Thankfully, he left me and went camping. Thankfully for his sake. I am a miserable, miserable sick person who believes that life is ending and she cannot think of a worse fate than spending a weekend feeling like her sinuses will explode and only being able to breath through her mouth. Yep, just a common cold. No puking or aching hair follicles (flu) or bleeding out of orifices (Ebola). Nope could have been worse.
So, the end of this part of the story is that I was alone in my house all weekend and read some. I also knit and attempted to embroider another dish towel, but the stripes of the cloth and the poor quality of the iron-on transfer prevented me from doing so. But socks- I’m making progress (I’m crafty!).

I’ve also been netti-potting like crazy. It’s satisfying in that somewhat disgusting way, similar to cleaning your ears, or your dogs’ ears.

But now to the subject of this post. My dear friend Audrey offered to come over and bring Tombstone. I mentioned that I had a frozen pizza in the freezer, but that, alas, it was an Amy’s frozen pizza, and not a Tombstone frozen pizza. Both the movie and the pizza were fantastic. The mean mustache that Kurt Russel brings to the screen was really no match for Val Kilmer’s delicately waxed ‘stache, southern wit and sensibility and unappealing pallor from TB that he wears throughout the movie. Definitely check it out (again, if applicable).

Lastly, and in tangential news, M4K PDX is in preliminary planning stages. Another one of my dear friends, Chrissy, and I organized Portland’s chapter of Mustaches for Kids last year, and we’re back for another round of fun shenanigans in mustachery. Check out out progress at

I think I’m going to go read now. Or knit. Or embroider.

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