Revolution in Kiev
I don’t know what word I could use to describe what these pictures from Kiev have made me feel. Shaken? Inspired? Or some word that captures the heavy, solemn feeling of historical events taking place.
Aside from brief updates I hear on NPR and pictures here and there online I have been out of touch with what is happening in Ukraine right now. These photographs and reports from Ilya Varlamov put a face to all sides of this revolution.
Take a look.
Snowed in, sleeping in, and now on my fourth cup of tea for the morning!
I love a good winter when the piles of snow and negative temperatures keep us snug inside our cozy home or bundling up for blizzard’y adventures. Being called off work and school cancellations are an automatic pass for spending the whole day in pajamas and drinking as much cocoa as you can stand.
I’ve been thinking about adventures, the way that it’s easy to talk about all the things you want to do and so much harder to have the gumption or the funds to do them. This is the double advantage of starting small! After spending all of Saturday afternoon and evening on the couches watching snow fall Levi was feeling quite cabin feverish. Nothing to fix cabin fever like a glass of cold water and a barefoot scamper in a few feet of snow! So simple, short, and fun. We were laughing for a good five minutes after we came inside. A homemade sauna of warm house and freezing snow. It’s amazing how neat and adventurous it can make you feel just to do something unexpected.
We went skiing yesterday as well, a bigger kind of adventure and requiring a little more funding but still an easy path to wonder and delight. As I came bombing down the slope, the wind blowing tears out of my eyes and burning its rosiness onto my face I felt the unmistakeable excitement of being part of something bigger just a little bit out of control. Now this feeling is not necessarily the best one to have while skiing, but it is full of the addicting flavor of adventure.
I enjoy being reminded that it’s possible to find these small adventures. It keeps me content during the times of my life that are filled with school, homework, and responsibilities.
How do you keep your life interesting?
Dishes were being prepared, lights were being strung and candles lit.
In a tiny kitchen off the dining room eager cooks and taste testers are packed as full as the oven brimming with food. In all our finery we bustle.
“Hoers-devours? Cheese?” “Most certainly, good sir!”
The friends and food continue to arrive as last (45) minute(s) preparations are finished. Our dinner is quite fashionably late. The first course, spinach salad and mozzarella green beans, is served no earlier than . We fill our glasses, pint jars, mugs, etc. with sparkling grape juices and off brand soda. The food continues to appear in dizzying array, chicken, sweet potato fries, rice, mashed potatoes, more chicken! Until finally with cleanly scraped plates we sit back.
Such romance and charm!
And such fancy!
And after our small pleasant play of elegance we clean up, nibbling on delicious slices of lemon meringue and cheesecake. Or scarfing with gusto in some cases. The evening dissolves into a happy ending of sleepy goofiness and goodbyes.
Fancy Feast 2014: Success!
All across Ohio schools are closing and people are rushing for their thermal socks in expectation of record breaking temperatures. This week is predicted to be the coldest in 20 years. It has been a little hard to believe as a nasty slush rain washed away most of what remained of our snow this evening. But the Polar Vortex is coming!
I didn’t know the term before today, but it is just fantastic. Wikipedia told me that polar vortices are the swirling, icy cyclones that sit on top of Earth’s poles (Not, in fact, a polar bear version of a Sharknado like my brother suggested). This particular year all the stars and weather systems have aligned for the Northern Polar Vortex to reach abnormally far south. And so it is that in central Ohio we have reached the dangerous possibility of developing frostbite with as little as five minutes of exposure. Exciting!
So it will be another lazy week with pot after pot of tea and too much Netflix. We celebrated tonight by dying our pizza crust blue, because Polar things should be blue. And just to add some excitement to life.
I’ve learned this week that winter weather is much more sinister than the summer kind. Why else would they use ominous names like Hercules and Polar Vortex?
So apparently they’re naming winter storms now. I was introduced to this fact on my way home from a family trip to Indiana yesterday to visit our missing sister and brother in law and two outstandingly adorable nephews.
We set out from chilly Ohio soon after 8 am, cozily piled in a borrowed 12 passenger van. There’s not a whole lot of captivating scenery on the drive from one flat Midwestern state to another so we mostly slept and read and listened to music. Our warm breath turned to smokey frost on the cool van windows and we started so see a scattering of snow along the highway as we headed north.
We crawled from the van a few hours later for some joyous reunions. For me this “joyous reunion” involved a lot of snow in my shoes, bloody knees and a headlong sprawl across a muddy driveway. She had shouted for me to stop running before I slipped and broke my face. I didn’t listen. The others were a little less enthusiastic in their approach, but still overjoyed to be together and get to know the newest little munchkin of the family.
After a lazy afternoon of coffee that could probably slay a horse, treats, treasures and good company we set off for home, and were introduced to the newest member of our winter expedition: Hercules. He liked us so much he would not leave, and kept us company for the first 5 hours of our 4 and a half hour long trip. Oh Hercules. He did make the trip seem kind of peaceful though. We rumbled along through snow and slush in our warm cocoon of frosty windows and the whole world outside was white and misty and quiet.
We outran him by the time we got home but I guess he knew our address because I woke up this morning to the softest, nicest pillowy blanket of snow covering everything outside. Now that Hercules doesn’t run the risk of pushing us off the road into a bank he is a good friend again and I’m happy to have him stay as long as he likes.