It is cold this morning. They keep saying it is going to get hotter and hotter. Do you think that Gore and Obama were using that thermometer in the wrong end of the spectrum?
The four seasons in my eyes are part of what makes life and keeps us on our toes. Following is a story which was passed on that fits well into our daily life and hope you enjoy it.
Winter dragged on and on. The only fleck of color in the landscape that ranged from gray to grayer to grayest was the birch trees. It seemed everything that people were wearing seemed dark, bulking, or boring and our roads were wet with brown grass with coats of mud, even the post office was marked with tracks of mud. Increasingly crabby and out of sorts, it seemed everyone’s symptoms were cabin fever.
Then I remembered how a friend had coped with the same ailment more than 20 years ago. At that time, my husband and I ran an appliance repair shop. One wintry afternoon, an elderly widow called us to fix her hot water heater. Knowing she was alone, we responded the same day, easily locating her isolated, small log cabin in the deep snow.
We must have looked startled when she opened the door wearing an ancient ivory evening gown, high heels, and a gray wool cardigan. She noted our surprise, smoothed her satin skirt and muttered, “I get so tired of winter clothes.” Without further preamble, she led us to the faulty heater.
My friend passed away several years ago, but I still smile when I remember her refusal to cave in to the winter doldrums.
Happy New Year,