There's no getting around it;
I got the Chicago Winter Blues...
It always happens about this time
when February nears its end...
In some parts of the country,
March would signal spring,
but in Chicago warm days don't show up
with any regularity until June...
Hey, I'm not exaggerating!
Snow is not out of the question until May
and you can keep your shorts in storage
for at least a month past then...
I remember we threw my sister in law's graduation party
in our back yard one afternoon in mid May
and we had to break out the outdoor space heaters...
It snowed last night and, yes,
it was pretty to look at this morning,
but I had to shovel all that heavy prettiness...
It's especially fun to scrape and shovel the sidewalks
that have been packed down
by early morning commuters
trudging past my house...
Oh, and then we will be treated to frozen sleet and drizzle
this afternoon, just to spice things up...
It's true, the older you get, the less you like the cold...
Yesterday I bought a heating pad, because,
A: we needed one and
B: my back was sore...
The real reason I bought it was
because I am COLD!
I wedged that heating pad behind my back
as I read in bed last night
and it almost replaced T$ for warmth...
Look out, Honey, there's a new heat source in town...
Ha!
So, while I am slogging around in the slush, ice and snow,
bundling up kids, kicking dirty sludge from my boots,
T$ is quaffing Guinness and picnicking
on the African version of the Champs du marche...
For the past week, he has been trekking across the UAE and into Kenya,
working on important deals for our company,
HEAT Armor...
I want him to be there....
I want him to be successful...
It's just at this moment
while I contemplate the pile of painting supplies
and endless walls of this house
that beckon for a fresh coat of Benjamin Moore Navajo White,
I wish I was in a land
with lions, giraffes and camels instead...
It is 80 degrees over there...
It is 20 degrees here...
I think I'll make soup...
I have made all of these and they are tasty...
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