day 25 of 2025

I was invited to a Chinese New Year party, but could not go.

 

My former bowling buddy, Brantley Moate, of the GLBT & Friends League in 2008 hosted it with his husband.

 

That was this afternoon.

This evening, I had a ticket for a staged reading of "The Savannah Sipping Society".

 

I saw the funny play nine years ago when The Collective Face Ensemble performed it.

This time, I knew two of the readers: Genie Brazzeal and Danielle Houston!

Knowing it was to be performed in a small venue, I went ahead and actually purchased my ticket in advance, on January 10th.

That's because Prokop's early forecast had called for highs in the 60's and lows in the 40's.

 

Lesson learned: only buy on the day of the event.

At least there were two good things this afternoon.

For the first time since Tuesday, I had mail.

Hopefully the letter I was waiting for will come on Monday, but I will just have to bide my time and see.

The other good thing was this: figure skating championships on TV!

 

This young couple were recreating scenes from a 19th century French opera by Georges Bizet: "Carmen".

 

Full of passion and written by the 36-year-old Bizet, it was a wondrous work to accompany their graceful and energetic ice skate.

 

They finished in second place, too!!!

 

Good for them!

 

Today's high barely hit 50 F, which isn't that bad.

However, the wind chill knocked it down another ten degrees, which meant my cabin fever self wasn't going anywhere.

Not during the day, and certainly not after sunset, when the temps rapidly dropped into the 30's by 9 PM.

One of my neighbors, the Thompson family, has a drone and posted the above on fb.

See my house?

It's to the left of the one with the pool in the back yard.

See my car?

It hasn't moved since Sunday.

The photo was taken on Wednesday, when the snow was still mostly pristine.

Still, vehicles are at the side of the park of people determined to play frisbee golf.

Hope springs eternal, though it was short-lived.

They've come faithfully daily, lugging their bags of frisbees out to the first goal.

Playing in the 40's wasn't any fun, apparently.

Within thirty minutes, they'd rush back to their vehicles and leave, crushing their tires across the rutted ice grooves on the street and trying not to hit the light pole.

Today, I've posted the photo as my fb page cover shot.

Cuz'n Jeff, now retired in Missouri from Nebraska, commented right away.

 

"So pretty! Really unusual for you. Huh?"

I'd replied, "Jeff, very unusual. In the past, when we've gotten the white stuff, temps warm back up quickly and it's gone. Not so this time, as it's been below freezing every night. That means I've been trapped in my house, as my a-fib heart cannot tolerate anything below 50 F. This has sucked long, green, fuzzy ones."

Then I added, "This might as well be ash from nuclear fallout."

My dear friend Yvonne got a kick out of that.

She's from New Jersey, many years ago now, and hasn't missed the snow.

I can't wait for it to melt and be gone.

At least the electricity has worked, and so has the cable.

Peacock has kept me entertained, between "Scrubs" and movies.

Now, I'm going to watch "2:22", a science fiction mystery from 2017 that I missed.