Webster Univ Alerts
All Webster University St. Louis-area campuses are closed Fri., Jan. 13 due to weather.
That message on Thursday around 4 p.m. found me at Schnuck’s, buying the usual provisions: eggs, tonic water, cheese, meat. (Friday menu includes chili.)
I stopped by Opera rehearsal to help figure out how to manage today’s canceled rehearsals.
And then I came home. Auggie got a long walk, since he likely won’t be getting one for 48 hours in this weather.
Even though Webster is closed today, and we have no official school activities, I’m still jet-lagged and so was up at 5 a.m.
By 6.30 a.m., some homemade bread was in the oven. And by 8 I had fixed homemade latkes.
- one Russet potato, grated
- 1/3 white onion, grated or minced
- one egg
- enough floor to thicken a bit
- freshly cracked salt and pepper
- a healthy dash of cayenne or a bit of chili sauce
This makes three healthy portions. Fry in oil over medium heat until lovely brown and crispy on both sides. Top with sour cream.
Now 9 a.m. Texting with folks around the world. Listening to the new Ennio Morricone album. Here’s a reminder:
The fireplace is on. Auggie is being attentive. And a pile of schoolwork beckons.
[And a 9.40 a.m. addendum — the back stoop is iced over already with just the little spittle of rain we’ve received. Rain and 26 degrees = a mess.]
At 7.45 a.m., mild sleet.
At 8.30 a.m., snow.
Here’s the view from the choir room at church at 11 after the first service of the day (with two more to go):
Palm Sunday show.
Three days ago, the daffodils were ready to open. I cut two of them after church today, so that they won’t freeze in the snow (although I think they’re pretty hardy).
Well there it is. Bearing down on the little notch on the east side of Missouri, right where I live.
Given the nearly 70-degree weather here today, I opened the windows this morning.
Fresh air is a good thing.
I bless you this day for the rain that is falling from the skies, and for the nurture that your nature provides this parched earth. I thank you for the smell and scent of rain, for the dark of clouds, and the clap of thunder. I truly do.
Now, would you please send Samson the Feist a chill pill? This poor canine likes not the clap of thunder, or the sound of rainfall since thunder might also be attendant.
In any case, thank you!
7.35 p.m. The skies outdoors are dark and gray, and the scent of rain — blessed rain — is in the air.
I don’t know if this will be reality or not, but one can hope.
And Samson the Feist is acting all afraid and a-feared, which usually means he knows something is coming.
And even as I type, I can now see big plops of water falling from the sky. Alas, though: the weather forecast on-line shows that the City of Saint Louis is on the very northern edge of a system. We will likely receive very little rain, despite the threatening skies.
Samson got a new bed today. He seems to like it.
I’m concerned for the downstairs air conditioner. The system struggled today to cool the house, and I fear that a service call is in order tomorrow.
And this is doubly frustrating in that I must make pickles in the morning. The kitchen will be hotter than blazes before I’m done, given the amount of natural gas I’ll be burning. (The pickles are currently soaking in an ice water bath, resting for three hours before going into the brine for an overnight soak.)
Given the heat this weekend, I decided to do some rainy-day office work. I’m about to finish digitizing LP albums by Jim Nabors, Ed Ames, and Nelson Eddy!
At 7 pm., the thermostat in the shade still registers 108.
This is like living in a slow oven.
I’m grateful that we have moderate humidity, or this would be unbelievably difficult weather.
The tree doctor left this morning after several amputations. He cleaned up the mess very well. I hope this is all on that front for a while.
Ingrid the Volvo got a bath this morning. She’s shining proudly now.
And I’m spending the hot Friday night in the cool indoors with a quiet movie and a cool drink and a pup who is happy that his dad is home.