Little things amaze me while big things are happening. It’s going to be 67 degrees today. Weather is a little thing, but it’s nice and warm and I feel surprised after weeks of 40’s and 50’s. It will be back down in the 50’s here tomorrow but the big sweaty work of dismantling the Christmas stuff got done in the warmth.
I keep a little Weather Chanel thingy on my opening page. It tells me that Portland OR, where my daughter and granddaughter live, is going to be colder than Comptche CA, where my friends Katy and David live. We are not even mentioning Skagway where Seedy’s lives nor discussing family and friends back east. Oh, brrrrrr. Our neighborhood felt just like Portland yesterday…grey, damp, and cold.
The Geezer started the first load of laundry….down in the cold of the icebox garage. The rest of the day, I felt well enough to get it all done and on hangers. Did I mention that I love clean sheets? While I was up and stirring, I gathered up all the Christmas boxes and wrappings reading them for storage. On his lunch, he took down the outside lights. When the doors opened, the day seemed almost warm. Imagine that.
Carrying the boxes up and down and up and down left us dripping in sweat. Just the act of putting the boxes in the attic left us knowing we aren’t quite recovered. These weeks of being sick have left us limp and shakey, we both admitted this. More vitamins here. I’m still coughing though, darn it. We will see how I feel Friday, but he’s back at the gym again….no matter the weather.
I did love this year’s tree.