First thing this morning, word came down the pike that Kelso the Wonder Cocker had crossed the Bridge. Not sure what happened, but spare a thought, a prayer, a candle for his humans and canine brother Louis, please.
And then there was the weather. We had an unusually cold week last week. Some rain, and then some more, and then this morning brought in a storm that began as rain. Oakley and I both needed a walk, so we went to the forest preserve, walking the circular trail. And then at the halfway point, the wind shifted to the northwest, and the snow came flying at us with knives and switchblades.
So much for our plans today: Hubby wanted to make an Ikea run for some new computer furniture. The nearest one is about 45 minutes away, but in this kind of weather with fog, glazing and snow, more like 90. Not worth it. Still drivable inbound, but on the way back, perhaps not so much. Resentfully, we stayed home.
The weather reporter on WGN hinted at a winter where we would be cycling in and out of icky weather. Hopefully today was not an omen of the icky portions being the long one.
We had our first sticking snow over the weekend. Not so much a blanket. More like clumping, clinging to the grass in patchwork quilt style. The road was slick in spots, but not as bad as further north. We were on the dividing line between a dusting and an inch, landing on the former side.
The showers and flurries left brisk winds in their wake. Oakley just took me for a twenty minute quick walk on a short trail. Enough to tend to social networking canine style and to get me moving.
Starting on the pre-holiday cleaning today. Hubby will be back this weekend. While there’s still a long road ahead, it’s flatter and straighter than the first portion of the journey through the valley of repairs needed to get his mom’s house market ready.
I haven’t been cooking much for myself. I lack inspiration. And chicken breast. This week, I’m making a big-haul shopping run and will get some chicken at Costco. Maybe I’ll find some inspiration as well.
I started having cravings for cupcakes yesterday. Since starting at Weight Watchers, I have had a few desserts: carrot cake on my birthday; mango custard and a carrot pudding when I’ve gone out for Indian. Modestly portioned, eaten mindfully, feeling content afterwards. Even though I can eat a whole pan of the carrot pudding on my own. But yesterday, I wanted cupcakes.
My first line of defense against the urge to haul out the baking equipment is drawn by the Banana Supreme. Slicing a banana lengthwise, smear on a point’s worth of almond or peanut butter, then stick the two halves together and sprinkle with cinnamon or frost with a point’s worth of Greek yogurt. It distracts me long enough to prevent rash behavior involving mixing bowls and pans.
But I was thinking of cupcakes yesterday. Thinking of them with the same passion and ardor that I have been known to think about Sting with. Cruising the Facebook pages that specialize in sugar overload. Considering the possibilities of Sting showing up with one of those little boxes with one of those impeccable culinary jewels inside of it.
Yep, yesterday was a good day for a Banana Supreme.
I voted; therefore my right to complain has been retained as well as shaking my head in disbelief.
A sign with information on where to tune in for local election results also bore an alarming statistic: that only 19% of the voters eligible to participate in yesterday’s exercise of civil duty did so. My question: why?
Yes, I’m disillusioned, too, with the process. Too much money and greed have corrupted it. The problem is that if we don’t vote, we hand what’s left of our power to the corporations. I’ve boycotted the Koch brothers with everything I have as have my friends. But after yesterday, I’m thinking that voter apathy is as big a problem. How else would we end up with the same gang in the house and senate, only worse? How do we inspire the common people to get out and vote again? It’s the only way we can get the country back from the corporations.
Locally, I don’t know who won for county board. The candidates I didn’t like won for US Congress and state senator. As of this afternoon, Governor Quinn is holding out on concession to Bruce Rauner until the remaining ballots are counted. Over the weekend, Cook County election judges received calls with conflicting instructions for opening the polling places. Things did get straightened out, but the last voters didn’t get to cast their ballots until just after three this morning. I checked the noon news, and Quinn was still hanging on with broken teeth and bloody fingernails.
So am I. Pat Quinn had the job thrust upon him when Rod Blagojevich was impeached. I don’t think lieutenant governors see it coming since it happens so rarely. Gov. Quinn was an organizer and an activist, but a politician, not so much. He is, however, a decent person, even if he is on a disconnect with State Assembly.
Bruce Rauner, on the other hand, has creeped me out with his ads since the get-go. Very vague about just how he’s going to create jobs and improve education; tries to come across as one of the people in his Carhart barn jacket and old plaid shirt while sending jobs off shore and jetting between his luxury homes. Oh, and he owned nursing homes that were so grossly understaffed that deaths from neglect were commonplace.
I will take real and clueless over savvy and shady any day.