Life, Fannishness, and Thespic Infatuation

Groundhog's Day.

February 2.

The crocuses are blooming.

What's up with that?

The sun is shining and the crocuses are starting to bloom. It's nippy, but I have the back door open onto the screened in porch. The fresh air is nice, and the kitties are enjoying it.

And they played "The Weight" on the radio on my way home. I've never heard the actual cut before.

All in all, not a bad day.

I'd never heard of thunder snow until last year. I'd never seen it until tonight.

We're getting a heavy, wet snow right now, and driving home from the grocery, the sky lit up in a flash of blue. One of the freakiest things I've ever seen. I asked Geo if it was lightening, and he said yes, the forecast said we were going to get some thunder snow tonight.

Zoinks!

We finally got the tree decorated on Saturday (Dec. 11). We also went to see a little community theater production of A Christmas Carol in Washington, Va., about half an hour away. Their local community theater has converted an old church into a theater space. I imagine the rooms that are now closed in as the sound and light booths might at one time have been a choir loft. Maybe. The only source of heat was a wood burning stove (thank you, Mr. Franklin), and there was someone sitting beside it feeding it before patrons started arriving. They had approximately 104 folding chairs set up (no pews), so it was a tight squeeze. It was quintessential community theater--the acting was serviceable, but you could tell everyone was having a great time, and the community got a great kick out of it. It was all very quaint and enjoyable.

( I miss my home theater. )

We have a light dusting of snow this morning. It probably won't stick around long, but at least it's an indication that Christmas is in the air. It's strange to be hearing on the radio how other counties are under winter advisories and schools are on delays and such. I look out the window and think, "This is hardly anything, let alone worth a school delay." It must be for fog or visibility or something.

Last call for Christmas cards. I expect to be in the office by myself today, so I'm going to try to get those finished--or at least well started.

The azalea bushes have exploded. The lilac bushes in the neighborhood are amazing. The weather is gorgeous.

One of the ladies at church complimented me on my performance last week. She said I made her cry and that she was surprised I didn't go into acting as a profession. Just . . . wow.

Geo is coming home this evening. I pick him up at the train depot tonight. He hasn't seen SPN yet.

Just a few brief blurbs from Lifeline Christian Mission and ( what's going on in Haiti )

I've been watching the Smallville DVDs I got recently. Okay, I've been skimming the discs and watching the story line in which Jensen plays a part.

Jason Teague is adorable. Well, for the first half of the season, anyway. And romantic. Unless he's whammied out on day-glo green sports drink. Then he's kinda scary.

I realize Jason kinda goes off the deep end in the second half of the season (which I'm getting into now). And it's really weird (and silly) that I, knowing that he left SV for to be on SPN, now want to watch Jensen's work in chronological order . . . which means starting over at the beginning of S1 SPN. Um, no. No time for that.

While most people might not think it that big a deal, I'm tickled that Jensen got to work with the likes of Jane Seymour. I house managed when she came to the PAC as part of the public library's speaker series, and though I did not get to meet her myself, she was pretty darn awesome. Very interesting and personable. And she had such a good time talking and answering audience questions that we 'bout had to haul her bodily off the stage. :-) Also, I remember first seeing her when she played Serena (Boxy's mom and Apollo's wife) on the original BG back when I was but a lass.

Also, John Glover, whom I don't know a whole lot about, but who I've always gotten the impression is a pretty heavy hitter and quite the coup when a show can cast him. (Or maybe I just think that because Geo and JT once thought that he would be perfect for a roll in one of their movies.)

Speaking of SPN, WIaWSNB continues to rock. For realz. I'm actually quite sorry they lost Raelle Tucker as a writer. She wrote or co-wrote some of the best eps out there. (I also think maybe she had a thing for Dean-peril, which, you know, kinda puts her and me on the same wavelength in that regard.)

The weather has been uncommonly cool this summer. Nothing like the horrible drought we had two summers ago when I first moved here.

Woke up again this morning to snow. Like, snow. Like, there were three plows out, and I need to shovel the walk, and I wonder if I can make a snowman snow.

Like, "don't come in to work today" snow.

Looking out the back window, I can see the snow on the mountain, and it's really pretty. We're out of birdseed, though, so I hope the birds don't empty the feeders before I can get more.

Maybe today would be a good day to make some homemade bread.

I had a go at some crocheting yesterday. I really need someone to show me how to read patterns, though. Because I'm not at all clear on how to read the things. I'm also wondering if knitting is actually easier. Huh.

I didn't read a book last month, but I got a copy of Angels: God's Secret Agents, by Billy Graham, from kalquessa (and Mr. Bill). So I think that's going to be my next read. Which will either make SPN that much more interesting, or that much more frustrating. We shall see.

Yesterday, robins all over the yard.

This morning, pretty, fluffy white snow covering the landscape.

I imagine it will be all gone by this afternoon, but this morning it's very pretty.