Forgot to Fly South for the Winter?
6 January 2002
Within a week of arriving here in August, we bought me a sewing machine. It has been well used over the past months, enabling me to make cushions, hangings, etc to decorate the apartment, do some basic mending, including Nick's backpack, and providing me with entertainment as I have made a number of quilts and some hats. When I bought it, the man assured me it was a sturdy and reliable machine and was what "the ladies bought to take down to Florida with them for the winter".
by now, anyone who doesn't have good reason (such as a job or children in school)
to still be in Indiana , has packed their bags, their swimming togs, and their
sewing machines, and headed off to Florida to avoid the cold and misery here.
Unfortunately for the geese who live on the pond across from our apartments,
they either forgot to fly south or have lost their Florida maps, and we have
been quite intrigued watching them wander across the icy waste that was once
their swimming hole. It will be a while before they get their next swim, I think!!
We also have not flown south, as we are still new enough at all this fluffy
white stuff to think of it as wonderful fun. It is certainly cold, but the compensation
for that discomfort is that it is absolutely beautiful. I am still struck by
how lucky we were to actually get a white Christmas, as since Boxing Day, there
really has been not been any more snow here until last night. Different parts
of the States have been getting more than their fair share, but Indiana is still
well below average in terms of snowfall for the season. The answer to my question
last week about inches of snow and inches of rain, is : It all depends. The
soft fluffy stuff we had a Christmas would take many inches to equate to an
inch of rain, but this morning's wetter stickier falls would probably take a
lot less. Robert has advised me that the amount can vary from about 1 is to
10 to 1 is to 30. Snow falling is very much lighter than rain and the soft brushes
of flakes on your cheek are delightful. They sting if they get in your eyes
Our New Year started quietly. Up until a couple of days before New Year, we
had nothing planned at all, but Peg and Dave rescued us from the ignominy of
welcoming the new year alone, by inviting us to come over to their place to
watch a video, eat nachos and work on Peg's Christmas gift, a jigsaw puzzle.
They had helped us with our Aussie one for Christmas and thought we might return
the favour. We started our celebrations early (9am here, New Year's Eve midnight
in Australia) by telephoning our friends in Toowoomba who were gathered to welcome
the New Year at Steins. We chatted with them all and then enjoyed their
rousing rendition of "Advance Australia Fair". We finished off the
last of the bread that Nick had baked for us when he was here, and then prepared
for our evening's activities. My friend Sue rang to see if we would like to
come over there for the evening. We declined on the basis of our prior commitment,
but as Sue was offering egg nog, something I hadn't tried thus far (and also
as she is a good friend), we suggested we might call in there briefly before
we drove to the Ertmers.
So it was. We had a quick egg nog with Sue and Kent, and then headed over to Peg and Dave's who had hired the video, "The Dish". We had seen it before, but really enjoyed watching it again. It made us homesick to see the gum trees and hear the old familiar accents. We translated as necessary for Peg and Dave and munched the old year away. We didn't make much progress with the puzzle.
feature of the evening was the midnight concert by their young son, Scott (aged
12). He plays drums and he and his electric guitar playing friend, Patrick,
decided they would help the neighbours welcome 2002 by playing (a few bars of)
their music on their back patio. A few minutes before midnight, Dave helped
them carry their gear out into the below freezing night air. I watched admiringly
from the warmth of their lounge room. At midnight, they broke loose and were
preparing to make a hasty retreat when a group of girls from a nearby house
came out to dance to the music. Now, when you get an adoring and appreciative
audience like that, you can't knock it back, so they continued for quite some
time. Finally the girls succumbed to the cold of the evening rather than the
coolness of these guys and went back to their party. Scott and Patrick staggered
back inside shivering but smiling. We went home not long after that to snuggle
into our warm bed and prepare for the rest of 2002.
is a good time of year to sort out your CD collection or polish the silver -
anything to stay inside and warm. However, we only have 2 CDs and no silver,
so yesterday we decided we would take another weekend ramble and drove across
to visit the town of Kokomo. It was not a very exciting outing. The beautiful
old Victorian museum was closed for January and the shops were the same as we
could have found in Lafayette. Still, that is one more part of Indiana that
we can say we have been to, and it was nice to get out and about even a bit.
If it doesn't warm up soon, I might have to pack up my gear and head down to
Florida, myself. I've got the sewing machine for it!
Love to all. Try to stay cool and fire-free.
Peter has suggested the question for this week. There is a song about Kokomo.
What is it and who sang it? The clue is, after visiting there, I don't think
it's about Kokomo, Indiana.
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