Here is a shop window full of delicious candy canes.
I woke up today to a recorded message telling me school was canceled. I checked outside and wondered why, since it just seemed to be some rain. Then when I actually started walking to work, I finally got it. My world was covered in ice. I was careful to walk in the grass, but driveways and street crossings were particularly treacherous. I had no idea what a lucky break the ice would be for me today.
The girls and I have been trying to figure out when we'd be able to go see our holiday matinee that we've gone to every year for forever. There are always show choir workshops, or basketball games and practice, and there's no way in hell I could afford to actually pay for the three of us to see a movie at full price without dipping into the girls' future therapy fund...And with me as their mom, they'll need every penny I can scrape together for that.
Coadster texted me at work this morning to see if I could take them today, since they wouldn't have practice for anything anyway. Perfect. I took off a half hour early from work so we could get to the 5 o'clock show of Four Christmases. The girls loved it, and all I can really ask for is a movie that the girls love and that I can stand. it definitely had it's funny moments and the usual Vince Vaughn schtick.
When we got out, Coadster said she wanted to go to the rec building and work out with me. I don't run outside when it's icy anymore after that one time when I fell and hit and bruised up my face. It gave my co-workers WAY too much pleasure. One of the office women tried to spaz me out by telling me I had to go to the doctor because I could have bone splinters that would enter my brain. Another guy at work said that I would totally be attractive to abusive guys, since they'd already know I could take a punch. Thanks, co-workers...For nothing. Anyway, it just seems to simplify my life, if I run indoors during the icy times. So, Coadster and I ran and my iPod seemed to love me by playing great running music, like Spoon and Michael Jackson and Buddy Miles and Sufjan Stevens and The Specials. Best of all, there was some guy juggling without stopping or dropping a ball the whole time we were there. God, I love this freaky little town.
So, now I'm home and I'm exhausted, but in the good way. It was so different from my normal Tuesdays. I guess I didn't even realize how much I needed a break from my routine until I got it.