most years that i can remember, late in january, the air softens, the sun seems to shine with a promise of summer's strength. one year, when i was 13, the temperature went into the 70's. i remember running around in a pink gingham dress, my arms and legs skinny and white as cotton thread. it won't last, warned my mother, and it didn't, but for one glorious day that january, summer made a guest appearance.
today and tomorrow are predicted to be near forty... a veritable heat wave in new england. i don't plan to prance around in pink gingham but it will be nice not to feel that icy slap every time i open the door.
today's a designated writing day and im still muddling through the middle. at this point it feels like i have a lot of lumpy clay in front of me and im trying to find the pieta - or whatever it is - inside it. its mushy and its oozy and just because there's a lot of it doesn't make it completely easy to deal with. it's nice to have so much text to work with on the one hand, but on the other, it's sloppy and unwieldy and i feel like ive got mud splashing and dripping everywhere.
i'm collecting items for my basket of goodies for my giveaway - it's amazing how alike everyone thinks when it comes to surviving winter! i can safely say that everyone who commented on what they feel they need named at least one item i'm plannig to include!! so leave me some comment-love for an entry... and if you post my button on your blog, you get TWO entries... (i'll be posting buttons after my blog redesign...please don't think i won't reciprocate!)
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.