Sunday, February 5, 2012

OLd Age Day by Day February 5, 2012

My husband has broken down and announced this morning he is watching the SuperBowl.  It's fine with me.  I've just returned from stocking up on the New York Times Book Review, The Atlantic, Sunset, More, and Poets and Writers, so I can magazine myself to pieces.  It's also a beautiful day out, almost like summer, so a walk wouldn't be amiss.  This strange weather in February is actually classic for here.  When I lived a mile from the ocean, we'd get this summer days and all run out in our bathing suits and revel in the taste of summer.  Then it would be back to rain and fog and our usual winter.  When I first moved back from Colorado, and I summer clothes put away and winter out.  I quickly realized it's summer one day and winter the next.  The closet must be all season.  The only thing I store is snow clothes, up at the cabin, because we don't need wool and down parkas and gloves down here.  We just need a sense of humor and a flexible nature.

So, as I read up on getting rid of belly fat, new books I will never read, plants that would look nice in our yard if we didn't have two lummoxy dogs who demolish all plant life, and what awards I will not be applying for are out there in the literary community, I will block the roar of the television and my husband's attempts to pull me in to see the ads.  Today is summer and the only appropriate sport is baseball, which is not yet possible to watch.

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