3rd
I am going to use this weekend as inspiration for my re-entry into the blog world post. I have missed writing so much, even as it is far from being one of my strengths ☺. After I graduated from graduate school in December, I have been trying to figure out how to structure my life as a full time professional painter. School and class schedules are no longer dictating the structure by which I base my days around. This has been extremely difficult to get used to. However, I am getting back in the swing of things and will be making time to write.
So bare with my first excruciatingly rambley post after a short but necessary blogging sabbatical.
So yesterday afternoon, after church, my roomie and I joined the neighborhood adults and children in a little snow play. This wonderful and peaceful moment captured in the photograph above was soon disrupted by snowball pelts, origin unknown. After sledding on a trashcan lid down the hill in front of my house, I retired to the living room to get warm and cozy. To my excitement, Anna of Green Gables, one of my all time favorite movies, had just come on. As you probably are aware, there are like 2 million sequels, and I am not one for exaggeration. GPTV was surly going to play them all. I decided to sit back, relax, and watch them all day long until I had gotten my AOGG fix. Watching Anne on GPTV means that this wonderful movie has been infused with periodic 10 minute bore fests hosted by a woman working a disturbingly large bouffant in a pink blouse with shoulder pads. This fluffy female seemed to have been teleported straight from 1982 and was attempting to persuade me into calling GPTV in order to purchase either a porcelain Anne of Green Gables figurine or the VHS version of the entire series. I found that my curiosity would not be assuaged unless I actually called in to speak with this “pink nightmare”, simply to hear what the greeting would be when I did. Have you ever done this? Probably not.
The phone operator’s first utterance was “May I have your home phone number?” I responded with a laconic and crisp retort: “No, you may not.” followed by CLICK. So, after years of evading the urge to give them a ring, I have now satisfied this ridiculous desire and have made a commitment to never go there again.
So we spent the day watching Anne with beautiful, fat, fluffy flakes of whiteness falling down out of the sky and onto our beautiful lawn. My wonderful spot, seated cozily in front of a small but mighty personal sized heater (“Wilber”), added to the glory of this experience. The company of my sweet roommate made the day all the more delightful.
