It’s a white Christmas! Woke up to a thin dusting of snow, maybe a half-inch at most. Still counts, especially since the weather’s been really uneven this winter: a little snow, then rain, then biting cold, then a week of warmth, and back to biting cold. We’ve really had precious little snow since the leaves fell. The snow we got today will certainly be gone after a day of sunshine. But it still counts!
B and I traveled to Dodgeville yesterday afternoon to spend it with the Bachs at their country home. Their home in the country? Where they live, out in the country. It’s an over the river and through the woods kind of thing. We pulled into the driveway at about one-thirty, just as Mikey and Kim got there, and Carrie & Darren showed up shortly after with the kids. Dinner was served at about three, a lovely standing rib roast. Home-grown potatoes and squash came from Jim’s garden, and corn from Darren’s garden. I don’t know how it could get more local, unless they raised & slaughtered a cow right there on the property. I don’t think they’re going to do that any time soon.
Tim and I went to see Spider-man: Into the Spiderverse on Sunday and we agreed it was the best superhero movie we’ve ever seen. Spider-Man has been my favorite superhero since I started reading comic books, so I was especially tickled to see a movie that captured what I liked most about him: he’s an ordinary, decent kid thrown into extraordinary circumstances and he deals with it, or doesn’t, in mostly believableways. “Mostly,” because it’s not really all that believable that you’d be able to walk on walls after being bitten by a spider, but IF YOU COULD it’s one hell of a fun story.
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