I was so hoping she’d take her sweet time cruising up the coast, but alas, Winter is finally here…like an old aunt you’d rather not see.
After breaking the news to my 113 pound frame, we made due knowing how Auntie Winter just takes over.
We closed windows, hauled out the humidifier that needed a wash and set, amazed how dusty things get out of season.
Then barefoot Frank, the super, had to be summoned because one of my encasement windows retaliated and wouldn’t stay shut. If I could interpret it’s wrath would be,
Damn that woman!!! Can’t she just go south once and for all?
After plying Frank with applesauce, a favorite snack of his, he managed to shut Window up with a hefty strip of black electrical tape. Of course now I have a punk sort of view gazing over the horizon, but what can a Thingirl over ice do?
Then came the march of woolen layers to the tune of Taps causing what resembled snow drifts on both sides of my bed…sweaters, sweats, L.L. Bean turtlenecks along with their trusty silk long johns that make me look like an undernourished Gulliver.
I thought for a second, maybe I’m overreacting and Aunt Winter will only stay a few days, but then ran into Badger, the Beagle on 8, who not only wore his fleece overcoat, but had leg warmers on. We looked at each other shaking our heads.
“What Badger, what did you say?”
“I said, if I could, I’d bite her so hard.” 
“You know Badge,” I said, as I secured my scarf and pulled down my Steve McQueen navy regulation watch cap, ” I would too.”
He slapped me five.
SB
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I wondered where that howl came from. 🙂
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I’m with you, Susannah. Here in CT, it’s disappointing to see a snow blanket over the colorful foliage. I’m wearing my beloved Cuddl Duds, wrapped in a throw blanket, drinking more hot tea than normal, and still feel chilled to the bone.
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I grew up with Connecticut winters…sleigh riding, school being shut down. I remember a particular hat I loathed with a big tassel that bobbed when I walked causing a boy I liked, Bobby Hargrove, to make fun of me. Used to cry because I could use my hula hoop. Winter, the little vixen, brings a lot of stuff up, I’ll tell ya Gail. 🙂
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She’s a bitch. But she’s an indelible part of the ying and yang. When I lived in Singapore, I missed her. Eating Christmas turkey al fresco is just all wrong!
Toasting my toes before a roaring fire and something luscious in a glass, whilst outside the wind howls like a banshee, can’t be beat. You just can’t do that when it’s thirty-eight degrees and ninety-five percent humidity: you’d melt like a Christmas candle.
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We shall attempt to enjoy her seasonal visit, but from a girl with so many clothes on, she looks like she’s sneaking out of a good hotel without paying her bill, it will be a challenge.
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“Snug” is a very pleasant place to be, even if it comes with “encumbered”.
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We like that word, as in snug as a bug in a rug. 🙂
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Remember: you share latitude with Rome, whilst we’re North of Quebec City!
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Making a note.
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Good old Aunt Winnie is in the house. Badger’s face says it ALL…haha! Peanut & Landon feel the same way as I bundle them up as if they’re living on a glacier.
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I bet they’re real fashion plates.
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Winter is sNOw friend of mine. I do my best never to let it touch me. So why, why am I living in upstate (the real upstate) New York?
My oldest daughter had a Mexican hairless dog that needed warm clothes all winter and suntan lotion in the summer. Not a pretty sight in any season!
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That is so funny. Suntan lotion?
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Sure wish she would dally around like Spring does. Spring is the young nymph drinking cocktails in the tropics when she should be warming our buns. Winter on the other hand is rarely late, sometimes early and always loud and noisy.
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Love what you wrote. Lovely imagery. 🙂
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Stay warm! I think old Aunt Winter must have hit the whole country at once. In Iowa, it dropped over 40 degrees in a single day, from early fall to winter.
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Susannah, stay warm and have a Happy Thanksgiving. :O)
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You too Paul, in the Land of no Socks. You’re lucky to be in California. So cold here. 🙂
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Oh I believe you. Our youngest daughter (who as you know is back there) called to wish us a Happy Thanksgiving this morning and said she was pretty cold. So, you stay warm and bundle up. ;O)
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Yes, it’s long johns weather. If need be, tell her to call L.L Bean for some silks. They really make a difference. 🙂
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We’ll pass that on. Thanks Susannah.
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