Moving: Over

I spent a part of the weekend on my snowshoes, stomping up and down the hill on the farm. There is a children's tobogganing party in the works, and the drifts are too big for toboggans to barrel through without some pre-packing, so stomp stomp stomp I went. Now I'm tempted to take my shovel and put in curves and embankments, and then I want to build an igloo at the top. But let's be realistic, shall we? There is not enough time.

I also got myself some nordic skis, though I don't have them yet - all the boots in stock at the store I went to in Milton were too big, so they have to order some in. I can't wait. I stomped out a trail around a few of the fields, again on snowshoes, which I can hopefully trackset when the skis come in. Dog-walkers from the subdivision (I think, it's nobody who lives here anyway) have been barreling through that field, so I have a sad suspicion that, by the time I get back to it, my evenly and lightly packed snowshoe trail will have bootholes punched all along it and won't be any good for tracksetting.

The dog came with me when I worked on the toboggan run and snowshoe trail yesterday. He helped by pooping in the middle of the steepest part of the slide, but he was having a good time and so was I, so I just picked it up with the shovel and tossed it over the fence. He valiantly tried to come along on the snowshoe trail packing, but it was a bit too much for him. After about 500m, he stayed put and barked his little head off for a while, before skulking back to the farmyard.
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I went to Ikea yesterday. The irritating quotient went way high. People go there to spend entire days wandering around pre-packaged low-end but fun style. After 20 minutes, I wanted out, desperately. This of course meant that I ignored the arrows on the floor that funnel you through all the showrooms and did an unfortunate second loop of the couches. But I now have a laundry storage solution, a full-length mirror and a new bedside lamp that doesn't require stripping the fingerprints from my fingers to turn on and off. But I can wait another five to ten years before I revisit Ikea.

And I had my first real company in my place on the weekend. I've had people drop in a few times now, but they all live here. And Phil drove out last weekend, but I wasn't ready to entertain in my little place and he came to the house and we just did a quick tour here. But with Rebecca, Nick, Stef and Bob over for drinks, it was truly cosy in the cutest apartment in the region. But given that I only have two chairs and I wasn't in the mood for eating perched on couches, I took advantage of the most tolerant landlord in the world and made dinner in the house. The house not only has a great kitchen and gigantic table to eat at, but it has the handy feature that I can put leftovers in the fridge, and they stop being my problem! They always get eaten up there.
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Speaking of eating, moving must burn some serious calories. I've been eating like a farmer (ok, not quite - but bacon, eggs, pasta, pork roast and apple pie have all featured in my diet in the past week!), and this morning I braved the scale, thinking I must now do penance for the eating habits I'd cultivated. Ha! Not only did I get away with it, I actually lost a pound or two in the past week! This now officially undoes the Christmas Pudge, though there is plenty of other pudge I'm not happy about these days...

But I can't help but suspect that there's a pound or five just hiding in my closet, waiting to leap onto my body when I get dressed one day. My body does that.

Posted by Johanna at February 2, 2004 07:32 AM