Have I mentioned that I'm freezing my ass off here in Florida? A trip to the mailbox is enough to make snot leak from my nose. It's not necessarily that I'm a wimp when it comes to the cold (though I am), I think it has more to do with the fact that we're having a hard freeze here. This is not good news for me. Last night one of the kids opened the front door and took just a moment longer than usual to close it again. I felt and smelled the draft of cold rush into the house. snow, smelled like snow

Later, I was resting when I heard my husband on the front doorstep, and I heard the first noise of the door (it sticks) right before it opens. It jogged my memory in a most disturbing way. I had the feeling of what I would hear next, which would be someone stamping the snow from their boots before pushing the door open and coming inside. I could picture myself looking out the window only to find that my whole world was trapped and smothering under an oppressive blanket of snow.



Rational me: That was decades ago, and there is no snow here.

Irrational me: But that is the next sound. He will stamp the snow from his boots. I know it's the next sound. It is. It just is.

Rational me: *sigh*



I'm cold. I don't like the way the weather smells and I don't feel good. I don't like to be cold. I have the heat cranked and I'm wearing a calf-length coat of down even though I'm inside the house and I've been lying on the sofa with a heating pad. And I'm depressed.

I'm freezing. I can't seem to get warm and stay that way. It must be global warming (and I hope you'll pardon the sarcasm because I do admit it is a possibility worth acting upon). I guess I'm just old-fashioned in one very odd way. I'm more of a pole shift theory type. What can I say? I like Einstein. I think he was smarter than Al Gore. I wonder... slow pole shift, or rapid pole shift? Perhaps it could be rapid enough to cause such disturbances under the Earth's crust that we could be knocked out of orbit and sucked into the fiery ball of the sun. Or be cast out into the black vacuum of space. Imagine the world a tiny speck like on 'Horton Hears a Who'. Imagine it picked up by hurricane force winds...

And did I mention I'm depressed? I feel like I could roll right off the sofa, land face down on the carpet, and sob. Only I won't. If I land face down on the carpet, I know I'll just lie there until I have to get up to go pee.

Posted by Ethereal Highway at 11:55 PM

3 comments:

superlagirl said...
(((Lynn)))I hope you feel better soon.
January 22, 2009 9:46 AM

beauty said...
I have days at a time when I can't get warm to save my life, no matter how high the heat is cranked nor how many blankets are covering me.I'd do the same thing if I rolled off of the couch, lie there until I had to get up to pee. Wouldn't take me long though, I have go like every ten minutes.Hope you start feeling better soon.
January 23, 2009 11:06 AM

Kahless said...
Its fucking cold in the uk too.
January 23, 2009 4:08 PM