December 09 2007, 11:17 PM Joint Talks

Now that I know what I am doing, I think that Moka Pot Coffee is becoming my favorite coffee.

The Bends

This week past I have been in discussions with my knee.

"Look here," said my knee. "Something has gone amiss with me. I think it would do us both well if you took it easy with activities that require much of me."

It does not do to not heed the knee. Particularly when I've had to ask a little more from the other one. And those bastards tend to stick together.

The Stove

The weather is running fingers down the panes again, attempting to slip into the house and abscond with the warminess. There are techniques for dealing with this; one of my favorites is the food of Eastern Europe. I cursed the lack of proper sound system in the kitchen and whomped up some haluski, sending the weather skittering back out into the dim of the evening.

The Skies

I have lived here for a year and a half.

Last year around this time, I was sitting by a window and noticed a large amount of police activity up the hill on the main thoroughfare. I went out on the porch to see, and heard a band, playing in the distance. It was all quite confusing, but nothing compared to when they started lighting off the fireworks.

Turns out we have a yearly parade!

This year I was ready, complete with hot drink. I sat on the porch and watched the fireworks through the trees, then wandered down to the streets to see the parade roll by. I traded places with a young child who kept dropping candy down the storm drain, I clapped loud for the school bands, happy that the route was entirely downhill. I tipped my hat. It was grand.

Walking back up the hill I had to explain it all to a guy down the street who just moved in.

The Game

Drat.

Coda

Lacing hot rum with mace is not bad at all.