I cannot believe that today is December 1. I knew it was coming. I saw it approaching on the calendar. But, I had no idea that it would sneak up so fast.
I guess it's official then, winter is here. I know that winter solstice doesn't fall on the first day of the last month of the year, but for me, when I see December pop up on the calendar, I start to shiver and crave hot cocoa (not the kind with fake marshmallows).
When I turned my Mary Englebreit daily calendar today, there it was, proof that Old Man Winter has made his appearance. The caption for the artwork simply said, "Happy Winter". Add that to 25 degree temperatures and announcements of snow to the north and I had to wonder if I didn't need to dig out the big coat today.
I have to admit that I love winter. I love fall more, but I do enjoy winter. I love having the dark and cold as excuses to stay inside, read and watch television. I love not having to think about yard work and mowing. I like knowing that I can hibernate in our tiny bedroom with a good movie and don't have to feel guilty about it.
I also like knowing that I won't be working for the last two weeks of the year and I can finally tackle "The Chronicles of Narnia", knit the poncho and watch all of the television my heart desires because by then the tree will be up, the gifts will be wrapped and the time is mine, all mine (at least until Cynical comes up with more home improvement projects.)
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Is it really December? No kidding?
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I know. I know. It's all relative, but when the chill hits the air, I gotta hibernate.
This post has all sorts of things I love in it: hot cocoa, Mary Englebreit, The Chronicles of Narnia, hibernation
But winter I can do without: If it snows, the grandkids are out of school all day, and that means I have to make my way out in the cold, cold, early morning air to their house where we are virtual prisoners of the weather. Indoor football is but one of the hazards.
And then they beg to go out and play in it, which for me means dressing them in many, many layers, supervising the snow play, thawing them out afterwards, and cleaning the melted stuff off the floor where they came in. Not an easy day!
I had forgotten you were a ME fan also. I am so in love with her stuff. Maybe I should ask for her desk calendar again this year. It's kinda a treat every day.
You know, it may be drudgery, but I bet you are tucking memories of those snow days away and they are too: something to treasure.
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