It's so cold out today and they're predicting lots of snow for tomorrow (we'll see). The big blizzard missed us last weekend and i wonder if our local weather people felt kind of left out — which could explain their hyper-excited forecasts for significant accumulation this time around. Of course like all weather people, they conveniently don't commit to their predictions and leave us with an "iffy" report at best. Notice words like "possible" and "chance of". However...
During the summer when I was 14, I set off for quite an adventure. I signed on with a teen tour group for a month-long bike trip from Portland, Oregon through the redwood forests of northern California, down the coastal highway all the way to San Francisco. Sounds like a lot of fun, doesn't it? Well, it would have been had I not fallen off my bike on the third day and broken my collar bone. Disappointing for sure. But why am I telling you this? Because unlike the weather people, I am incredibly accurate with my ability to predict rain within 24 hours. My collar bone will have a solitary ache and I'll know to pack an umbrella the next day. Crazy, huh? Just curious, would this be considered a superpower? Too bad it doesn't work for snow, too. Or picking lotto numbers.
Getting back on track: February Funk-Buster #3 — at this time of year, I always dream about going to some extravagant spa to melt away the winter blahs in a bath of exotic sea salts or a luxurious, revitalizing lavender luminescence massage treatment (you can basically put any sublime adjective in there and i'd be happy..try substituting "divine", "indulgent", "radiant", "purifying" etc. etc.). But I only get so far as making a glass of what I like to call, "Spa Water", and maybe taking a bubble bath.
Recipe for Spa Water: 1 orange slice, 1 lemon slice, 3 cucumber slices, a lot of imagination. Combine all in a glass of water and get ready to be swept away. Refill (often).
During the summer when I was 14, I set off for quite an adventure. I signed on with a teen tour group for a month-long bike trip from Portland, Oregon through the redwood forests of northern California, down the coastal highway all the way to San Francisco. Sounds like a lot of fun, doesn't it? Well, it would have been had I not fallen off my bike on the third day and broken my collar bone. Disappointing for sure. But why am I telling you this? Because unlike the weather people, I am incredibly accurate with my ability to predict rain within 24 hours. My collar bone will have a solitary ache and I'll know to pack an umbrella the next day. Crazy, huh? Just curious, would this be considered a superpower? Too bad it doesn't work for snow, too. Or picking lotto numbers.
Getting back on track: February Funk-Buster #3 — at this time of year, I always dream about going to some extravagant spa to melt away the winter blahs in a bath of exotic sea salts or a luxurious, revitalizing lavender luminescence massage treatment (you can basically put any sublime adjective in there and i'd be happy..try substituting "divine", "indulgent", "radiant", "purifying" etc. etc.). But I only get so far as making a glass of what I like to call, "Spa Water", and maybe taking a bubble bath.
Recipe for Spa Water: 1 orange slice, 1 lemon slice, 3 cucumber slices, a lot of imagination. Combine all in a glass of water and get ready to be swept away. Refill (often).
