Saturday morning, 10 below
You get the picture. I will have to venture out to the grocery store this morning, and then it's going to be a soup day. I haven't decided what kind yet. I do believe tomorrow will be soup redux, as it isn't going to be much better, and I may as well fill the freezer and have some choices for next week's lunches.
Honestly, there must be something wrong with my nose. There are two things that I have been smelling a lot lately and most of the time it's for no good reason. One is cigarette smoke (I'm smelling it now, which is why the mention) and the other is exhaust. It's not stale, icky, old smoke, it's more like someone is standing a few feet away and it's wafting under my nose, "fresh," if you will, and not unpleasant to this ex-smoker -- I never developed an aversion; thankfully, it doesn't seem to trigger any urges. It is annoying. Even when I did smoke, I never smoked in the house. The exhaust smell is very unpleasant and stings my nose; I've actually gone to see if there's some old truck parked right outside my door, choking the neighborhood. So weird. Why can't I smell a freshly bathed baby or fresh-baked bread?
Tomorrow may also be an unscheduled Pajama Day -- though I will have to change into my "lucky" Green & Gold attire for Ice Bowl II tomorrow evening! I've been meaning to mention the upcoming Super International Pajama Day (third annual?), which falls on Super Bowl Sunday. I love Celia and I love Pajama Day!
And now, my last pitch for the ABC-Along 2008 and a few more links.
First: Deadline for inclusion in the Flickr group and on the blogroll is midnight tonight. I have no control over the Ravelry group, so we'll just have to see how that goes. There are new people joining Ravelry all the time, so maybe they'll want to jump in... play catch up or pick up at whatever point they get their invite or discover it, maybe someone will decide to do only vowels or the letters in their first name. Whatever. I hope they have fun with it.
Second: While I do run a loose ship and participants may do whatever they wish, I do wish to say that my intent – what I had in my mind – was ONE well-chosen THING for each letter, though possibly several pictures to illustrate that thing, not twenty different things for each letter. It forces one to be choosy and disciplined – what is the BEST representation of YOU for a given letter. I did not choose my words very carefully, however, and left the door wide open, and neither did I set any limits to how many pictures can be uploaded. I'm not going to go changing the "rules," but it's something to keep in mind and I think, in the end, it would be a much more powerful body of work, both as a whole and as a representation for each participant.
That's all. Except for a few more blog links that tickle and/or inspire: 1001 Arabian Knits, Art is the Handmaid of Human Good, Dalai Mama, Knitphomaniacs, Knitting and Sewing and All Forms of Procrastination..., Will Knit for Vodka, Will Pillage for Yarn, Yarn and Chocolate, and Yarn Mafia.
Rinaldo and I were laughing this morning. We were watching the local news yet we were hearing more about Wisconsin weather than NYC weather!
It's freaking cold here too but nowhere near your temperatures. My poor Giants;)
Posted by: Nancy | 19 January 2008 at 09:40 AM
GO GIANTS! ;-)
Posted by: Cara | 19 January 2008 at 09:41 AM
Thanks for the reminder on PJ day! And the guideline for ABC-it's the simple things in life that baffle me;-)
Posted by: Carol | 19 January 2008 at 10:17 AM
I also seem to often smell more cigarettes when it is very cold out. HATE that! It's so hard to not come up more words/pictures for each letter! So I thought I'd only upload the first or best for each one into the flickr group. Though I may babble on the log throughout the two weeks for each letter... Now I have to go check out some of those links you put up...
Posted by: lisa | 19 January 2008 at 10:58 AM
I have a horrible aversion to smells; particularly cig smoke, gas fumes and perfumes (people don't seriously get that less is so much more in this area) - I agree that you don't tend to notice the good smells as much; must be because the thought of puking or passing out is just so much more vivid in our minds!
We live on soup here - easy to make when I feel good and great to thaw out and heat up when I feel like crap. Nothing beats soup. Actually soup in your PJ's does.....
Posted by: Cynthia | 19 January 2008 at 12:22 PM
OK, Vicki, if you insist on limiting us to only one photo per letter, I guess I will do what you say---but only on Flickr---On my blog, well, that's another story. I find it very difficult to come up with only one. :) Oh, stay warm up there!
Posted by: Elizabeth | 19 January 2008 at 03:42 PM
I hope that nasty smell isn't the furnace. We had a furnace belt problem last week. It was old, cracked and about to break, but the replacement wasn't fitted correctly and rubbed against something, or was loose or something, making the nasty smell. It's fixed now, and no more smell.
Posted by: Janet | 19 January 2008 at 04:36 PM
I can not believe how cold you are. I will now stop bitching about my own weather! Stay warm and enjoy your Phootball Sunday!
Posted by: margene | 19 January 2008 at 04:49 PM
Yowza that's cold! I quietly backed out of the Flickr group and decided to post the photos only on my blog. I'm trying to stay focused this year and felt this might encourage me to blog again. Simplify is one of my mantras this year.
Posted by: Susan | 19 January 2008 at 07:00 PM
C is for CRIKEY! How are you going to possibly keep up with all this? ????!!!
Posted by: Norma | 19 January 2008 at 08:48 PM
That smelling things thing reminds me of a science program I watched once, where they were doing brain surgery... they would stimulate parts of the brain (and the person being operated on would smell things like burned toast), until they found the area associated with the epileptic seizures, and then they'd do whatever they were supposed to do. It's probably nothing to worry about, but perhaps you might want to mention the smelling weird things to your doc the next time you're in.
Posted by: Andrea (noricum) | 22 January 2008 at 03:45 PM