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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Jingle Bells...

I have had Jingle Bells in my head all morning. I've been humming it. I've been whistling it. I have been driving my dogs nuts. I am soooooo ready for winter. I know, blasphemy! I'm sorry, but my ancestry has not prepared me for 103 degree heat indexes. My people were hiding in caves for longer than most for a was hot outside!

I am a person much better suited to fall and winter. That smell the first day the leaves start to fall. The sounds of football games drifting through barely cracked windows. The taste of popcorn right out of the kettle at the local pumpkin festival. The hollow thumping of an over-sized spoon scraping gunk out of a jack-o-lantern.

Then the sky settles into the soft gray of winter. A light snow dusts the ground. Tacky lights are strung from shrub to shrub. Santa looks lovingly down onto the Baby Jesus in the manger (at least in my neighborhood). The kitchen becomes a symphony of sounds and smells. Cinnamon, nutmeg, baking bread. Family seems closer. Childhood not so distant a memory. Everything a little less bitter, a little less hard.

I can't wait.

Maybe the reason I am longing for the seasons to change is because this one has been particularly busy and strange. This past week brought new floors, new dog trainers, a death, more work. The yard is overgrown. The house is a mess. That bikini body I am trying to develop seems miles away. The vacation I was so looking forward to now seems like more of a financial burden than anything else. I just feel so negative lately.


I just want to take all that negative-thinking, self-defeating, over analytical crap and spit it out, curl up with a blanket and some hot cocoa, and watch the leaves drift aimlessly to the ground from the trees behind my house.

That's still a few months away though.

For now, I'll leave you with a thought, as my lunch break is almost over.

"It's not fair."

Ever said that to yourself? Ever dwelt on it? Obsessed over it? Cried over it?

I have and this week I have had not so much an epiphany, as a thought. An idea. I'm still turning it over in my mouth, moving it from one cheek to another, tasting it.

I'll elaborate later...

For now, enjoy some Gus. He too is ready for some Jingle Bells:

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