Minus a Million With The Windchill

As much as I’d like to, I’m not going to whine about the weather. Not even a smidge. Although (let’s be honest) I really, really want to. After all, what’s the point of living somewhere cold if you can’t have bragging rights? But still. I’m standing strong and I won’t!

Let’s just remember SPRING, glorious SPRING is coming. We know it. We’ve just got to buck up and get on with things while we wait. And let’s not forget, things could be worse. After all, this time last year I was splitting logs and then lying on a cement floor in my nightgown to feed our WOOD guzzling furnace which had a malfunctioning damper so that we had only two heat settings consisting of…

A. Cold breeze aka put your parka on OR 
B. Stifling hot breeze aka move the curtains away from the vent so they don’t ignite and open the windows – NOW! 

You can surmise that choice B defeated the entire purpose of heating the house and was a vicious circle in which to be entrenched. Choice A wasn’t much fun, either.

So where was I? Oh, yes. Not whining about the weather. In fact, I’m not whining about anything. Today was a perfectly lovely day (not counting American Title induced stress – sorry I can’t tell you how RISING SIN made out until…uh, checking my calendar…oh jeez, December 18!) Gosh that’s a long time away. Or at least it was until I realized moments ago that November is almost over. Lordy Pete. What happened to November?).

Ignoring the fact that the month of November has slipped from my fingers and Back to the topic at hand (the lovely day, remember?) I wrote, did some assignments for an online class I’m taking with Margie Lawson (in which I received some very gratifying praise), played with my children and spoke with both my mom and my sister and several good friends.

Life is good and though Thanksgiving is over for both Canadians and Americans alike, I’m thankful. My gratitude to you for helping make it so!