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.