I can’t complain about my weather after seeing what the East
coast has endured. Here it has been cold, some black ice, snow flurries, and
nothing horrid considering it is January. I usually tolerate January fairly
well, and if there are heavy snows, that is fine because I basically hibernate
anyway. I have written, submitted, studied markets, and read books until I am
numb.
But I have felt the old S.A.D. symptoms sneak in during the
last week. Normally, I don’t see that until late February or March. It is a physical
response as much as mental; S.A.D. rolls in quietly like the tide, hovers
around the ankles before suddenly becoming a drowning feeling. But while this
January has been one of office work, it has also been one of very dark days.
Give me bright snow reflecting the heaven’s light over a sky looking as gray as
freshly poured concrete any day! I found myself getting up later, moving
slower, and one day never dressed at all.
So yesterday morning I met a friend at a local coffee shop
forcing myself out. It was cold but I warmed the car so Miss B could go too.
She is also tired of cold and dark. None of the other dogs come out to play at
the fence this time of year! She was
glad to sit on the town square and watch the people moving about the town
square while I had a cup of tea. People were out like flocks of birds at
feeders despite the frigid air. The streets were dry and they got out to “blow
the stink off them” as my dad used to say.
Once back in the car with the heater running, I could not
face coming home just yet. I was up, out, but had no place to go, needed
nothing. But I made an errand when I decided I needed new white silk tulips.
Once I had walked about the store fetching them, I still was not ready to
return home. So I went to a couple of flea markets making quick passes through
the aisles. Like I told one store owner, it is hard to find what you want when
you don’t really need anything and you aren’t sure what you are hunting!
But I did find a couple of baubles…white hobnail bowl and a
bone china tea cup with pansies. Dragging them home, I heard my head repeat my
own adage: One comes in and two goes out. Oh what will I discard for these two
winter prizes?
Miss B and I brought home our shopping, put it away, and she
got her supper while I went to a quick church service. The sun had actually peeked
out for a short bit but dusk was falling again. I noticed the sky was wiped in
shades of blue reminiscent of milk remainders in a bowl’s bottom after a blueberry
breakfast. Then I noted it was 6:00! The days were getting longer and the pitch
black of winter was easing. Only 55 more days until spring!
4 comments:
A hobnail bowl? My mother had a vase like this. NOW I know what it should have been called.
I'm glad you got out and about. Hopefully the weather will allow you and Miss B to get out more frequently in the weeks to come...
Nice treasures.
I have two pieces of that white glass, but we didn't call it hobnail. Right now, however, I can't recall what we DID call it. Isn't it quite expensive? I wouldn't sell mine for anything, but children might. I haven't been out since Wednesday night's hand bell rehearsal. The snow has melted except in shady patches, so we'll be back to school, office, grocery, etc. tomorrow (Monday). Great post. Did Miss B. stay in the car?
That tea cup and saucer are so pretty. It does you good to get out of the house. By 6 pm I consider going to bed. Winter is draining, but those people who have all that snow really have something o complain about.
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