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2005-01-23 - 10:41 p.m. Simply no place to go Roland had never eaten meatloaf. Does anyone else find that slightly freaky? Oh the weather outside is frightful� I think winter finally noticed it was supposed to be doing its job. We�ve been blanketed with about 5�, which today�s 25 mph winds redistributed into drifts interspersed with patches of ground scoured clean. Since we didn�t have to go anywhere this weekend, we didn�t. � but the fire is so delightful � So, I concentrated on bribing my favorite laundry fairy - I made Roland �Theo pizza� Thursday night. Which, after a day of puttering about on Friday, made excellent leftovers. Puttering was pretty much the theme for the weekend. I cleaned the kitchen pantry, discovering polenta from the last century and pistachios that had hosted some form of webspinner. Ugh. And how exactly did I accumulate four bottles of balsamic vinegar? Since there�s simply no place to go� Saturday, what did we do Saturday? Repaired a wall, fixed the closet door, made stew, put up some hooks � made like boring yuppie types and repaired dozens of things we�d been meaning to do for months. My once and future houseguests will be happy to know that the cat can no longer open the guest bath closet. Today, I finished some upholstery (insert swearing here). Then, cracked a bottle of shiraz, put Spartacus (one of the b*e*s*t movies ever!) on the DVD and spent a couple hours making the most complicated meatloaf on the planet. Full of onions, garlic, mustard and many other things Roland won�t eat. Except he liked it - which was slightly less odd than having �Narr eat my chicken snitzel - but not nearly as bizarre as my Dad calling and asking if we�d go see �Romeo and Juliet� with him. To say my dad is not so much for the theatre, much less Shakespeare, is like saying the Rockies are sorta tall. One thing we didn�t do, I didn�t work. Now, I want a day to catch up at the office. I�d be content to work all day tomorrow, if I could stay quietly cocooned at home, away from interruptions and my frozen office. Do you think I�ll get lucky? Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! � � � 
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