Cute and only mildly obnoxious decorations. The snowmen play a song and then a baby snowman pops out of the hat. Very tasteful, no nudity.
What do you mean, it isn't winter yet? Someone needs to redefine the boundaries, the limits, the dates. We need new definitions for what constitutes each season and the calendar be damned. Gloves, big puffy coats, ice scrapers for the windshield, and having to warm up the car equal WINTER.
Shorts, sweat, sunscreen (yes, I know it's recommended to wear year-round, but who does?), picnics, washing the car yourself( but that doesn't apply to me--I wash the car twice a year, whether it needs it or not), those things equal Summer. Spring and Fall are simply sloppy transitional phases.
I probably have no room to complain. It is just cold here. Really cold. Freezing the hairs inside your nose cold. Shivering for the whole twenty-minute commute cold. The guys at the group home actually leaving the doors closed cold (ok. The back door was only left open once, and the front door was only opened about a dozen times today instead of in the hundreds).
It's cold enough that our woodstove is no longer turning the house into a sweat lodge. There is no delightful, sweltering heat in here. The kitchen feels cold even though the woodstove has been burning all day. I got into bed last night, Mick turned and looked at me and said, "You're pathetic." And I didn't care. No way was I taking off my 100% wool cardigan and thick socks that I added to my pajama ensemble.
Last night I had strange dreams. I know, I know. You're thinking, "Oh, God, please no rambling, boring account of someone's dreams!" And I agree. I hate it when people want to tell me their dreams unless it's about me. But twice last night, TWICE, I had strange dreams about corpses, and at one point was in a body of water with a bunch of corpses that were semi-animated. I mean, they kept touching me, pinching me, and in general trying to freak me out. They didn't wholly succeed. I think I dreamed about corpses because my body felt as cold as a corpse. It wasn't Mick that was as cold as a corpse because he didn't want any extra blanket. However, with the large bed, he was too far away to provide much heat,and I didn't want my nest disturbed.
So I looked like Miranda--lots of pillows, not as many blankets, but I did manage to burrow down into the middle of the nest and really didn't want to emerge this morning into the chilled air.
All complaining aside, it has been lovely outside, lovely to look at, that is. Gorgeous blue sky, sunshine, and crisp beyond crisp air. I will take this over snow. Do not want to deal with ice and snow on the roads. I hear that by next week we'll be back to rain, and though dreary, this is good. Because Sam went to school in a tank top, no coat. And she's big and ornery if you thwart her desires and question her fashion sense. We're trying to keep her pleasant for the sake and sanity of the school. So I worry and I look forward to it warming up, but just hope it warms up enough to be rain and not rain with bones in it. But this is Oregon, rain shouldn't be far away.
p.s.
If you hate people's dream stories, read no further. Really, unless you're my sister or my mother,,don't bother. If you know my mother, however, you may want to continue. In the midst of corpse dreams, I had this hysterically funny dream that my mom got drunk at a party, my mother who almost NEVER drinks, my mother who goes to church and is a LADY, got so drunk (in my dream), that she blacked out that she got into a fight with another woman ( Pelican friend by the name of Sandra whom I don't think has even met my mother) and woke up the next morning with two black eyes, feeling a little confused, while my dad Ron, was just feeling completely bewildered by her out-of-character behavior. I startled myself awake by trying to laugh out loud in my sleep.It sounded like a choked squeal. Then I went back to dreaming about corpses. If there's a room waiting for me at a nice sanitarium, I wouldn't mind, as long as it's WARM and quiet.
Handles the cold better than I do.
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