Maybe not this cold tomorrow or the next day but it’s coming. And with it the feeling the body is encased in ice. I don’t even want to think about the battle of the thermostat. One of us is always hot and loves winter. The other is always cold and loves summer. Just so we are clear, I HATE WINTER.
It’s hard to think about winter on this fine Monday afternoon at 75 degrees, but it’s coming. We are probably more likely to have the ice above, before another 70+ degree day. Weather plays a big part in life. For me, it can alter life.
I have to force myself outside when the temp is below 40 degrees. The top of my car must remain up. I’ve got to put on lots of clothes and I’m not comfortable in a lot of clothes.
But life must go on, so if you see someone shivering and cursing the cold, it might be me. I will do my best to keep it to a low mumble.
Sometimes I feel like I’m going
I’m having a hard time keeping positive lately but working on it each day. Little glimpses of light here and there. Trying to string more good than bad moments together. Keeping busy doing something like selecting my best beach work for prints. I even added a few to the Arlington National Cemetery wall I’ve been building.
That reminds me I need to get over there. This Sunday is out, but one visit in November will be made. I don’t have much winter work from ANC, and maybe I’ll use this season to build it out.
I’m also working on a family picture wall, which is a lot of fun. I can’t wait till this is done for the holidays.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- If you don’t open the window, how will success find you?
- I have two beautiful old oaks out front that aren’t in good shape. This might be the last season for them. This bothers me because I’ve always viewed them as the strong pair that is outside our front door representing another strong pair inside. The summer shade they provide is nice. The nuts drop not so much when they hit you in the head.
- Choosing what is important each day is critical to success. Sometimes that’s just taking care of yourself first. A lesson I often forget.
- I wonder if, in retirement, the meaning of what day of the week it is will fade.