Thanks Crone Fans all, for the messages requesting Yuletide updates. The Crone has no excuse not to blog today as plainly she is going nowhere.
The snow began as the Crone’s office party ended at around 10pm on Friday night and continued to fall until late afternoon on Saturday–a very respectable 16 inches or so. Unable to reach her children, Itchy Ankle or even the liquor store, the Crone had no excuse but to clean the house. In the bedroom, she found a single boot lost by her sister on her visit before last, nearly 18 months ago, supplies of make-up she’d long forgotten, multiple lost earrings and a couple of books she might actually read this weekend, as other options are few.
In the kitchen, she went as far as to throw out all the out-of-date things in the fridge, and even cleaned the soy sauce stains off the bottom of the kitchen cabinets. The living room didn’t so much have dust bunnies as dust kangaroos, but they too have been dispatched. Today, the Crone is warmed by a self-satisfied glow.
The advantage of living in the heart of gay Washington is that all the Crone’s neighbors are fit young men. They all have jaunty beanies, pure wool scarves, designer duffles and stout Timberland boots and, with the gyms being closed, they are more than happy to exercise their pecs and abs by shovelling snow from the sidewalks. This meant that, by noon, the Crone was able to venture out in her suede rust-colored pixie boots –although, sadly, it seems the liquor store will not open today 😦
Read more about the snow storm here.