Or in Philadelphia, either. Sigh. Our Eagles looked good, until the end of the second half of the game when the defense apparently forgot there was still time left that they were supposed to play. It was at least a close game that could have been even better. Sigh.
Oh well, it was a good season, and it was all fun while it lasted.
I guess it's also just as well, since it rained all night here, and those celebrations could have been even messier ... 😉
Moving along, I have been trying to psych myself up to start the pair of replacement fingerless gloves for The Tim. I think the fact that the weather has failed to feel like winter has left me devoid of the inclination to get them going. I'm telling myself - and him - he'll at least definitely have them by next fall.
When I went to come into the house yesterday after my shift at the yarn store, I noticed this in our on-the-street planter.
I love daffodils, and normally I'm thrilled to see the first one, but this is just way too early. We very well may not have a serious enough cold snap again to damage them, but if they start now, they likely won't last much into March. Stupid climate change.
The funny thing is that every year, we pull out a bunch of daffodils because they get green but never bloom. And then the next year, we have even more come up and bloom, like they are mocking us. Or maybe they're just saying, "Whew! Thanks for giving us some room." (I don't speak fluent daffodil, so I can't know for sure.)
This afternoon I have my annual appt with the gynecologist, which I'm not looking forward to because, really does anyone look forward to that? I really like the dr and most of the time it's no big deal, but there are plenty of other things I can think of that I would rather do. But the good news is that since that's today, it will be out of the way first thing, and the rest of the week is clear of any appts, which after the past few weeks, is a nice feeling. I feel like I've spent all of the time I haven't been at work in dr's offices, or waiting to have tests done someplace. To have a few days with absolutely nothing will be a treat.
I hope all of you have a good week coming your way as well. Hang in there.
Have you ever seen the show "What We Do In The Shadows"? It's one of our favorite shows. It's about a group of thousand-plus-year-old vampires who live in a dilapidated mansion on Staten Island in New York. It is of course, completely ridiculous, and of course we love it. There are some particularly good episodes (when they go to a rave in Manhattan, when they visit Atlantic City, for instance), but one of those is when their next door neighbors (regular, everyday people, of course) invite them to a Super Bowl Party. Which of course they misunderstand (thinking it is a Superb Owl Party), but are nonetheless thrilled about:
Ever since we saw this episode, Super Bowl Sunday has become Superb Owl Sunday in our house. And of course this year, the Philadelphia Eagles are one of the teams playing.
Now let's get some things out of the way first. Yes, sports is not the end-all/be-all that so many people think it is; sports - particularly those like football and soccer - can be extremely dangerous and have devastating lifelong injuries; players are paid too much money; there is too much emphasis on sports in schools; blah, blah, blah, insert your own fact/complaint/whatever here. Now we've gotten it out of our systems at least for the purposes of this post.
But I have to tell you that as someone who has lived in Philadelphia now for 32 years, whenever one of our teams is in a major sporting final, it changes the way most people walk around and do things. There is a genuine, universal excitement and even people not at all familiar or usually interested in sports catch the feeling. People embrace the fun aspect of it. For instance, yesterday The Tim had jury duty, and when they called the roll to make sure who did or did not show up, people were given the option of responding "Here," "Present," or "Go Birds!" Apparently every single person opted for "Go Birds!"
In the past few weeks, nearly every time I've had a transaction with someone at a grocery store, coffee shop, or doctor's office, it's ended with "Go Birds!" Even my colleagues at the yarn store, who for the most part are neither from here originally, or are not sports fans, have gotten on board. It's infectious, and it's just really nice to have people happy and united about something for a change.
My Sunday co-worker Kate and I are figuring that this week it will be especially busy at the yarn store for three reasons: 1) people coming in to buy yarn for projects they want to work on during the game; 2) people coming in to buy yarn because they want a project to work on INSTEAD of watching the game, and 3) people with one or the other reason coming in, but mostly because it's the last day of the Semi-Annual Sale, where a lot of the winter yarns are marked down 50 percent. So we're ready, no matter what.
Fortunately on Sunday, the store closes at 4 p.m., so I can come home, enjoy the pizza that The Tim is planning to make for dinner, and then enjoy our own Superb Owl Party with the kitties and lots of snacks. Do I want the Eagles to win? Of course!!!! (Having said that, I'm not a person to have it ruin the rest of my year if the opposite should happen - I mean, that would have already happened you know?)
Even the Philadelphia Orchestra has joined the fun.
I think it's safe to say that for me at least, January was a horrible month. I spent so much of it being sick - and the last part being *really* sick, the kind where reading and/or knitting is not even possible. I had such plans to get organized, and start on a couple of household projects, and am lucky if the laundry got done ...
So, I was not really sorry for January to be over, and am happy to see February. Unlike most people, I actually like February. It has Valentine's Day, which is also the day we celebrate Jetsam and Pip's birthdays, it has February 2nd, which is a three-fer (Groundhog Day, St. Blaise Day, James Joyce's birthday), one of my sisters has her wedding anniversary this month, and it's a nice, compact month. I am still not feeling great, but I feel better enough to slowly get back to my usual self, and have at least felt good enough to read. Today I'll be back at Rosie's for the first time in several weeks, so I'll be back to knitting too. :-) (And I'm sure will exhaust me way more than it should.)
This evening, we'll have pizza for dinner and "watch" the Super Bowl. That's in quotes because we usually don't watch every minute of the game, we go back and forth between that and other stuff. We do enjoy the commercials, and if the score is close, we'll usually watch most of the fourth quarter. We always skip the halftime show. This year, it's extra funny for us, because we have family in Baltimore and in San Francisco, and they are having a mascots' contest dressing up their cats over on Facebook. (And I'm sure the cats are plotting their revenge!) I find it very appropriate that the Ravens QB is from Audubon, New Jersey. Though admittedly, I'm likely the only one who finds that tidbit interesting.
And on that note, I shall leave you to enjoy your day, and your February, in your own way. Here's a picture that might make you smile to end the post.
