It's been a long, cold month. At first, I was brave. I bought a used fur coat from Salvation Army, turned it inside out so that the fur became the lining and the lining became the fur. I layered with down vests and woollens under my slacks and a scarf under my coat and a scarf over my coat. You get the idea. I wanted to take on winter with a positive attitude; like a warrior with a purpose. My purpose was to not let the cold stop me from living my life. Week one, I did very well. Week two, I began to weaken. Week three, and I've given in. What does this mean? This means that I'm walking less and reading more; I'm going out to events less and baking cookies more. And it's not so bad; this slowing down and moving inward. It's perhaps winter's greatest gift.
Eek! Wake up to minus 30. Car won't start. The battery is dead...need a new one. Phone rings... appointments cancelled because of the cold...Yes!...an unscheduled day. I can do whatever I want, bake cookies, sew, write a book, research theatres, visit my Mom but first.... I'll relax for 5 minutes....z.z.z.zZZZZZZZ... 90 minutes later....
So glad it's too cold to do anything except reading.... making risotto.... walking around the block (brrrrrr) ...hand stitch a pillow....Che adventura!.... study Italian words...what a wonderful day off.
