Another beautiful, crisp, cold day. My teeth were chattering yesterday, as I let myself get too cold without enough outerwear. Even the dogs don't want to stay outside - the whisk out and right back in. Usually, they run around while I'm writing in my studio out back, but lately they huddle in the studio with me - except - they like to push the door open, and that is what caused the teeth spanish dance. Today, one was locked in with me and the other outside on the path, looking confused. They do not understand humans have no fur coats, well, at least this one doesn't.
In fact, when my mother died, my Dad offered me her white mink coat (knee length), a mink stole, and a raincoat lined with mink. I asked him to store them for me, and as he died ten months later, I had to figure out what to do with them. Keeping them and wearing them was not an option - they gave me the creeps. Eventually, I sent one to a beloved aunt in the midwest, one to her daughter, my favorite cousin, and gave the glamorous white mink to a friend of my parents who had helped them a lot. All three were thrilled - no scruples in that generation, and for two of them the fierce cold of their state made them seem downright practical. Now my aunt is dead, so maybe my cousin has her mother's coat as well, though knowing her, she's given both to her daughters, and the friend has died and undoubtedly the while mink has passed on to one of her two daughters or been sold. If it were me, I'd have buried them with a funeral.
So, anyway, Patagonia does an excellent job of keeping me warm, without killing any tiny creatures, and if I can just keep the door closed, and fight off the instincts of the dogs to have an escape route, I probably won't have my teeth doubling as castanets.
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