at night, when the fog comes to cover the land, I'm reminded of blizzards. I feel so lucky to have a fantastic imagination. I just tell Husband to let me pretend it's snowing. I'm happier this way. I don't miss the snow so much. I really don't miss the cold. It's still a little frosty out, but not unbearable. I've had a small opportunity to tap into my festive spirit...but it always seems to be sullied by someone's poor mood.
I find myself to be most jovial when I put on the classic holiday music and plug in my tree and sit on the floor in the living room to wrap presents. I wish I could make someone as ecstatic about life. I just get so overwhelmed with feel-good and then the people with whom I'd like to share are just not hearing it.
Except, perhaps, Husband. He laughs at me and my exuberance for this season. I like to think I keep him young in this regard.
In other news,
I got the cutest festivus card from the only other person I know in Arkansas [not related in some way to me]. It was a little Andy Warhol kitty cat with a festivus hat. Inside was a little note about how the sender was so lucky to have met me and Husband. I was touched. It made me smile.
I've been thinking about taking a holiday in the mountains for New Year's. Husband thinks Hot Springs, instead. I grimaced, because we go to Hot Springs. That's no holiday. Let's go somewhere we've never been! Let's see snow! Let's rent a hotel room and be animals all night!
just saying
let's have an adventure!
you'll hear the silence of my strum
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