I know what our next door neighbour did yesterday – pranced around on his front lawn in a t-shirt. Okay, he wasn’t actually prancing. More like zipping out to his car for something and then taking his sweet time going back inside because it was relatively sunny and warm here on the first day of the new year. And by warm I mean around the freezing mark.
Sorry that’s all I’ve got on him. Just happened to see him briefly from my front window and have no idea how he spent the rest of his day. Here in the late afternoon we were feasting on an awesome vegetarian lasagna made by my son. We didn’t have the whole gang because life and work and other priorities take people in different directions. I’m always happy to see whoever drops in. Especially when they bring food.
This morning the wind woke me up early and has been blustering away all day, blowing snow off the roof tops and the trees and depositing it in our driveway. No t-shirts noted anywhere on the block. Colder weather is forecast for next week. I wish we could send some of it (minus the wind) to Australia. Along with a ton of rain. I fear the devastating disasters in store for all of us if we don’t take the climate crisis seriously.
But I won’t get myself started on that tonight. I’ll tell you what I’m happy about instead.
– all the Christmas leftovers are gone
– except for some fudge and butter tarts, and W is taking care of those
– all the decorations are boxed up and put away
– except for the outdoor lights, but W is taking care of those too, probably by February at the very latest
– we have had our youngest three grandchildren around sporadically for almost two weeks. We find them interesting and they find us boring, and that’s how these relationships usually work with the very young and the very old. I suppose we could try to be less boring. There’s a thought.
– I love quiet evenings inside where it’s warm, a hot drink before bed, reading until the kindle falls out of my hand and I can’t keep my eyes open. Simple pleasures. I’ve already said boring, no reason to repeat it.
This month always seems to go relentlessly on and on until you swear it’s never going to end. Sort of like a pregnancy in the ninth month. My doctor told me she’d never heard of a pregnancy that didn’t terminate (how reassuring) and I guess that applies to Januaries as well.
Two days down, eleventy seven to go.