Hazy Shade of Winter

Sitting in a cozy A-frame beside a bubbling brook in Vermont! Meanwhile, Hurricane Sandy aka "Frankenstorm" is bearing down on the mid-Atlantic coastline. And, all I can feel is excitement! Oh, for sure, I'm worried about the safety of human beings and the financial devastation that storms can cause. I am not callous. However, I sit here secure - with the ninja of course; I would not be so sanguine on my own! - knowing that I'm ready for whatever "Sandy" has up her sleeve!

For example, here's a map of the likely power outages:

I am spending my vacation here in Vermont while the ninja is working. As long as I can read and stay warm, I'll be a happy camper. Heh, that word "camper" may take on new meaning, no?

We went on a search for gas tonight for our generator. Didn't find any, but it's a Sunday evening. Should still be plenty of time tomorrow before Sandy makes landfall. So, after our futile search for gasoline, we ended up at a local bar called simply "The Saloon".

We enjoyed a couple of drinks and cheese-steak sandwiches. We watched the exciting last 5 minutes of the Giants-Cowboys game. While we were sitting there, I realized how different (better - but different) bars in ski towns are from "back in the day" when we were ski bums in Winter Park. The crowd was much more diverse. There was no smoke. I enjoyed watching the young crowd cheering on the Giants (even though I had to bite my tongue to keep from cheering when the Cowboys ALMOST pulled it out!

I'm enjoying this immersion in ski town life again. But likely one week will be plenty for me.

Oh, the headline? Eh, it was just a whim. I posted this status update on my Facebook page yesterday:
"It's a hazy shade of winter up here in Virginia with the still-bright leaves laying on the ground below bare branches and the overcast sky. Puts a person in a mood you know?"

Here is a photo I found that is representative of the scenery I was describing:

Sadness

I am unusually optimistic. I have to pause sometimes to MAKE myself deal with sadness. If I don't stop and FORCE myself to have a good cry, I tend to just move on past hurts and never stop and deal with them. Recently, I've been catching up with 3 old friends and in the course of this, I was caught by surprise at the old hurts I had forgotten about. 

I just got back from a trip to my hometown and I allowed myself to wallow in it a bit on the plane ride to and fro. I just went ahead and cried it out. I have to say that a good cry does the heart good. 

I now return to my regularly scheduled optimism - until the next time I need a good cry :)

Countdown to a lovely date

6 days until the ninja and I hit 19 years. What a fantastic ride it's been. Tonight I'm sitting alone. He's out of town. I opened a bottle even though I was drinking alone. This seemed a good fit.

I'm not sure why this seemed like a such a good fit. But he does still rock my world! My playlist tonight:

Chris LeDoux - Tougher than the Rest

BoDeans - Still the Night

Stevie Nicks/ Don Henley - Leather & Lace

This is just a partial list...some others are just too personal to share...even here where nobody ever comes :)

Unskewered shish kebab

The ninja grilled a nice shish kebab tonight accompanied by roasted garlic-rosemary potatoes. Shish kebab shown here un-skewered. I paired it with a 2010 Sonoma Zinfandel.

The meal was delicious! Tasty end to a worthwhile weekend day. I started with 3 sets of tennis myself, then watched Serena Williams win the Wimbledon Final, finished some work and then had a great workout at the gym with my new trainer, Luke.

My next task is to prepare my speaker notes for Toastmasters. The meeting is Monday night. I'm to lead the Table Topics portion of the meeting.

My chosen theme is "Song Lyrics". I've talked before in these pages about my affinity for lyrics. That affinity is long-standing. As a college Sophomore, I took a Poetry and Drama class to satisfy one of my Literature requirements. The teacher was quite hip. He compared classic poetry and plays to current popular music and film. I wrote two papers in the class, one analyzing a Van Halen song from the 5150 album and my final paper analyzing the Jimmy Dean hit "Big Bad John". I made an A in the course.

I won't use either of those songs in my discussion on Monday. But I may tell the same story! I'll report back about how this goes.

A "leg man"

Want to know what a "leg man" is? Here ya go: http://himmelink.com/romance/2011/04/06/why-im-a-leg-man

Meanwhile, I'm a lyrics woman. I've never connected with music unless I understand the lyrics OR - and this works well with classical and jazz - someone tells me verbally what I'm listening for when I hear an instrumental piece.

I was therefore shocked to find myself tearing up and even feeling tears slide down my face while I listened to this:

http://youtu.be/-lN1-r4cvts

It's been a long time since a musical arrangement moved me in this way! But, like the leg man who suddenly realizes the object of his affection has a beautiful bosom, I fell in love with this one. The lyrics are beautiful, too, of course. That adds to the experience, no argument there. But in my mind's eye,  I am slowly twirling in the ninja's arms around a dance floor. He is in his frock coat from our wedding, I in a sleeveless, black dress with a twirly-swirly skirt and heels which in real-life I would be a klutz in. We are gracefully dancing around a hardwood dance floor with sawdust and with stars above it. If I close my eyes now while I'm typing this, I can see the silhouette of Berthoud Pass or Devil's Thumb in the light of a full moon and feel the cool breeze of a Rocky Mountain summer evening (more specifically, Winter Park/Fraser Valley, Colorado). It's late-July or early-August. For some unknown reason the ninja's visiting me in the middle of summer. Perhaps it's raining in Kansas and the fields are too muddy for his tractor. For whatever reason, he's visiting me and we are dancing...

And, see? That doesn't have anything to do with the lyrics. While I write this I'm listening to this over and over and getting quite stuffed up from the blubbering.  I hope that doesn't detract from your experience with the song.

Now, for the wine...

The wine I'm enjoying tonight has nothing to do with the theme of the post. Before I came home, I stopped for a bag of Stacy's Pita Chips and some garlic and herb goat cheese. I've paired this with a very nice Chardonnay:

Some wines I want to try

I found two articles in the Wall Street Journal one about 2011 Bordeaux. and the other one about NY-finger-lakes Lemberger. I'm dying to try these wines.

French?

I shall need a French wine this coming weekend. I began my enjoyment of the French Open last Sunday. I always cheer for the underdog unless he's playing against Nadal or Federer or an American.
On the women's side, since Venus didn't manager to make it deep into the tournament, in her absence, I shall most likely be a Stosur fan.

More to come...