The new year has blown in. Literally. It’s been windy all year. And cold. Well, all eight days of it so far, and so far, I’m quite over it.
It’s been a week of too frequent rattling of a storm window on either the porch or living room window. A week of a face full of hair every time I step outside. Crazy chill seeping into the home office through the walls and windows.
Several times, the trash and recycle bins have been blown out of their designated spots near the deck. The across the street neighbor’s basketball hoop blew over several days ago and still lays on the edge of their property at the side of the street like a guardrail. The trees sway wildly in the wind. The new furnace hasn't had a rest since it was installed.
Wind, flag, dusk. |
I’m quite sure the me of ages 13-40 would be horrified
by the me of today, all practical and boring and wearing hats and/or the hood
on my coat in cold weather and delighted to stay home as much as possible.
Whatever.
The good news is, there are only 70 days to spring. It can’t
stay cold forever. Right? Dang, I hope I’m right.
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