Tag: winter

Release

Leafless tree

Trees bravely shed their leaves. What can my soul release? What things are good enough to keep?

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Misplaced

The Daily Prompt for April 10th.

In the winter, I misplace hats. I don one in the morning for the drive to work. If the car is too warm, I remove it and place it on the passenger seat. The passenger seat is where my purse and lunch bag lay, so there’s a good chance I’ll remember to pick up the hat as I collect the rest of my things. I will most certainly have a mug of coffee in the cup holder. I have at times forgotten to retrieve the coffee, but not the purse and lunch. If my roly laptop bag is on the floor of the front seat, I’ve got more to contend with. The hat should be on top of this pile of things. I should see it and put it on my head.

Laura wearing pink hat.
My pink hat. I may or may not still have it.

I trudge to the building. If I’m with the laptop, I enter the basement and take the elevator to the first floor. I roll to my desk, dump my stuff, and decide if I want to hang up my coat on the rack or just set it to the side in my work area. Whatever I do, the hat goes in the coat pocket. There is a chance that it may fall out of the pocket and become misplaced. I have many times dropped the hat on the way to the coat rack. I see it on my way back. If I’m feeling lazy I’ll take it back to my desk instead of returning to the rack to place it in the pocket. This could cause me to forget to wear it home.

There are other modes of hat misplacement. It could fall out of my pocket as I walk from building to car. I might throw it in the backseat and cover it with the junk I tend to throw back there. Leaving it on the seat at a restaurant is a thing I might do. This mundane list could go on.

My solution to hat misplacement is to own lots of inexpensive hats.

Don’t get me started on gloves!

 

 

 

Talking small

I would like to stop talking to people about the weather. At this point, it’s just dumb.

I see someone in the hall and inform them that it’s cold. They know it’s cold. Everyone knows it’s cold.

I like to tell people that I’m wearing two pairs of pants, and that wearing two pairs of pants is the key to staying warm.  Maybe the title of my autobiography will be “Two Pairs of Pants and a Dream.”

I tell people about my dog, Annie, who lays in the snow because she’s part husky and part malamute. People find this amusing.

I think that I should either find other things to say to people, or just smile quietly.

One winter, a few years ago, I decided to keep saying “I love winter!” over and over in the hope that saying it would make it true. That did not work. Now I complain. I’m also in the habit of telling people that I know I shouldn’t complain about things that I can’t change.  People tend to agree with that idea.

I talk to people who don’t seem to mind the cold, and I say to them, “you’re one of those people who like winter aren’t you?’ I call them freaks or weirdos if I know them well enough.

In the meantime, I try to remember to be grateful for my warm house, and my warm car, and hot water. I take long, hot showers just to warm up. I waste water, but it feels so good.

So what I’ve done here is write a post about talking too much about the weather. I am still, in fact, talking too much about the weather by the very act of writing this post.

I’m wearing two pairs of pants!

Snow and trees
I don’t like this!

All I could muster

Pink is bold and girlie.
Girls are bold until they grow breasts and hips.
Hips are for bumping and grinding.
Grinding your own beans makes you a connoisseur of coffee.
Coffee wakes you, sometimes  shakes you.
You are here for a short time.
Time is short.
Time is fleeting.
Time is of the essence.
Time is running out.
 
Pink abstract digital drawing
 

It’s dark outside. Winter is soon.

Digital painting