We are well into winter and what comes with that?
A show on TV that I can not stand. I'm sure you have heard of it, it is called 24. There is just something about it that makes me shake my head and leave the room to find more productive things to do with that hour of my life. Maybe it's the predictability? Every show will be the same, same plot, based within an hour of this persons life, with the last 5 min leaving you in a 'cliff hanger' mind set for a week. I guess I like some sort of closure in that wasted hour of staring blankly at a box. Someone needs to win (whether it be cooking or some sort of competition), someone needs to be voted off, or some delicious meal is made from start to finish. So with that, you can figure out what channel I watch most, and what show is really
the only one I tune into twice a year. 24 is not my cup of tea and I will be dedicating those Monday nights to blogging.
I tried on Sunday to do a couple of posts, but as soon as I sat down with my list of kid topics and hyjinx in hand, the power went out! You have got to love living on a 2 mile dirt road in the middle of no where during a snow storm, guaranteed power outage. With a sigh on reality, and a brightness outside from the falling snow we snapped into action.
Mag light in hand and the back up flashlight box opened we managed to hand them out and coax the children back into bedtime mode. I lit a few candles and threw a few logs on the fire. I sat. I listened.
The kids were tucked into their beds with their camping flashlights glowing, giggles echoed through the house. It was actually nice having the silence of a powerless home. I certainly like the ability to flick a light switch on and comfort to have hot running water, but there was a simplicity that filled the air. I rather liked it. I sat down and listened to the sounds of mischievous kids in the darkness, making haunting tones in their tiny voices trying to scare one another, tip toeing across the floors and halls. They soon settled and I went up to collect flash lights. I found the twins tucked into one bed under the covers flashlights glowing under the sheet. They were both sound asleep and in each others arms. Edie...well she was on the floor of her room, long body stretched out with her toes nearly pushing through the toes of her purple footie jammies, she was clutching her book light and blankie. Not phased by her sisters, but sound asleep on the floor. I scooped up each child that needed to be returned to their own bed, and tucked them back in
again.Todd was puttering with the generator and the simplicity was stopped to a screeching halt by the roar and smell of the gas engine outside. Orange power cords snaked their way through the family room. A lamp was plugged in that filled the room with an unnatural brightness. Another orange snake crept through the room and sunk its fangs into the TV and with a venomous spit of electricity the house was buzzing with.....you guessed it 24. It was the 2 hour season premier on Sunday. Since there was no blogging to be done,
I sat by candlelight and read my book. Well not technically not my book. They are borrowed from Amanda. I asked for a good read last summer and she jumped to her feet and placed a huge stack of books in front of me. I was overwhelmed. I thought a little hundred pager would be a good start. No, these books are 600+ pages each and so worth the read! I'm on book 5 in a series of 7.
Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
This is the one that started it all. I have enjoyed reading them. In my search for a good read it was hard trying to find a book that didn't focus on the hurt, neglect, or death of a child. I understand that some of those books are best sellers or have a reality to them. Some are loosely based on true stories.
I have three
true stories sleeping down the hall from me and it would be their faces I would associate with characters or put into the plots of those books. It makes me sick to think of them as anything other than the happy sleeping children tucked warmly in their beds.
This series is very imaginative, descriptive and creative. It lets me escape for a bit. Escape from 'mommy mode' or the trap of being planted in front of the TV, slowly growing roots into the couch, watching 10 min of a show and 20 minutes of commercials which usually consist of cell phone carriers and cars.
There are better things I could be doing with my time....
They spent almost an hour following his tracks in circles around the yard. They were climbing in, under, over and around trees, rocks, and sheds. It was fun to hear their excitement as they found other critter tracks too. We also found rabbit, deer, turkey, and a couple other unidentifiable tracks...I'm still curious as to what/what those belonged to. I'd like to know if it's something with a den that could be a danger. I'll look into getting a tracking book we can take along with us.
She was 'cracking' herself up about milking the cow and getting eggs. It would plop into the bucket and she would literally roll on the floor laughing.
