I'm taking time to notice the braves souls who aren't letting frigid lows of January get them down and appreciating their fortitude. I'm more content to spend a lot of time indoors indulging in quiet, contemplative pass times. Whatever your style, here are some things you can do besides cursing the cold. Get busy in the kitchen Think baking, roasting or making soup, things that keep your oven or stovetop going for longer times. Your house will stay warmer and smell fabulous, and you'll have food to eat, share or freeze.
Breakfast this morning was a handful of chocolate covered peanuts and a couple of chunks of homemade peanut brittle. It's crunch time, and I'm not just talking about the Christmas candy. Seems I'm on the fly from the minute my feet hit the floor in the morning until I fall into bed at night, exhausted, aching and ho-ho-hoping to catch up the next day.
I have been a homeowner for 40 years and a do-it-yourself remodeler since long before that. I learned how to wield a hammer and a pry bar at my mother's knee. She never lived in a house she didn't want to reconstruct in some way. Most times my mother's projects, and eventually my own, were relatively simple and quickly done over a weekend, like replacing creaky, old front porch steps or installing vinyl tile on a small bathroom floor.
Last fall I bid farewell to my feline companion of 15 years. It wasn't easy, but it was necessary — his time had come and keeping him any longer was only serving my need. I am a cat person, but not yet a crazy cat lady (there's still time for that). It's just that I was born into a family with a cat, and I have been without a cat only twice in all my life.
I started this day like any other, with fresh, hot coffee in a large mug, ready to make a quick round of my social media hangouts before getting down to serious work. On Facebook, I shared a public service video reminding friends and followers that, with school back in full swing, school buses are on the roads and drivers should exercise caution.
Summer is drawing to a close. You know how I know that? The Back-to-School sales have all begun. It feels too early for this reminder of all the little Johnnies' and Jennies' imminent return to the hallowed corridors of reading, writing and new math. I don't even have kids in school anymore but the sales have me feeling anxious and rushed, like time is running out.