All I ever do is talk about the weather

Snow tomorrow! Or so we are promised.
It seems so unlikely following a sunny, sixty degree day, but such is the capriciousness of weather. I meant to post a blog from my phone about Valentine's day, but the damned thing wouldn't send. I place all of the blame squarely on Google, and accept none of it for myself. I won't give up though. I have just this moment thought of a possible solution. There may be a Valentine's post in April. Keep alert.
I miss having snows at least once a year. I need more heavy snows while I am still young enough to enjoy them. I wonder where I got this love for inclimate weather? Too much Mary Shelly as a child?

Just talking about the weather

Ok, I have been naughty. I haven't been updating as regularly as I promised myself. I shall have to give myself a spanking.
The weather lately has been a shade more than odd. Sixty and seventy degrees in January is unusual even in West Tennessee. Last night the storm front that has been rumbling through the midwest came for a visit, and it was a great dissapointment. The wind was pretty good and it rained enough to float an ark. The rest of the storm, however, was woefully inadequate. There were a few impressive bolts of lightning, but they were few and to far away to really make the thunder rumble. Although the sky had a beautiful bruised hue early on, it quickly settled into the same old same old overcast grey. Not an auspicious start to the year for storms. Still, it was leagues better than anything we had last year. I do love a good storm.

CHRISTMAS TIME

Here I sit by a smoldering fire surrounded by mounds of given gifts and spent wrapping paper, watching birds fly through the clear, pale southern christmas sky. No snow, but a white christmas is a rare enough occasion not to warrant reasonable expectation. Still, what a curious combination of exhaustion and warm contentment. Life is truly sweet, but not so sweet as to become saccarine. May this day live forever in my heart.

Just a little test to familiarize myself with my new phone. What a wonder is technology! What toys we now have! My Mom got me this phone for christmas. I know, I'm so spoiled! Perhaps now that I have this phone I will start adding pictures to my posts. Perhaps.

Age

Watching the old people drive around the hospital in a cataract haze leads me to question the advancement of my own years. Will I live that long, until every day activities become a struggle and fear of the unfamiliar overtakes excitement for the undiscovered? Is life futility when you know that death is near? Is there anything past the struggle to wring out those last few precious painful moments of existence? I remember when my Grandmother was close to death. We were giving her pain meds but she thought we were trying to keep her alive. She begged us to stop, to let her die. As our medical science becomes more advanced more and more people will die in the agony of a body dragged into terminal cell death. Is that worth living for?

What a wonderful holiday is Thanksgiving!

Two or three days of cooking
Family gathers
A perfunctory prayer for the form of things
And then a gluttonous indulgence set to rival those of Rome!

Then, of course, several hours of lying in front of a roaring fire contemplating the bursting point of a stomach.

Uhoh!

Two weeks! Am I slipping already?

Not much of note to note.
As usual, Halloween was a bittersweet blast, a whore of a holiday that steals your wallet and roughs you up but still leaves you pretty sure you had a good time. Suspension of disbelief is essential, and almost unattainable.
On the feminine front, what was three is now one, with a possible second possibly coming up from the minors. Possibly.
I miss the cold in the same way I miss dating crazy women. From a distance in time everything is beautiful and pure, but when you are actually there all that you think about is shrinkage.
Is it sad that the events of my life would fit into a five dollar personals ad? Right between the fat woman who has too many cats and the cannibalistic serial killer looking for his next meal. Should I be glad that my life is generally uneventful, or am I missing something?
Whatever it is, I'm sure it is for sale somewhere.