Winter

It's snowing outside.
The weather lately has been strange. In late October/early November, it felt like September. In late November/early December, it felt like October. First snow of the year was in early-to-mid October, and it was followed by September-like weather.
Far from being excited about the nice weather, I have grown increasingly worried. I looked out at my garden, wondering if it was going to snow soon, so the ground would be ready come spring. (Technically, it's not a garden yet, but I still think of it as my garden.)
I was talking to a friend of mine the other day who expressed similar feelings about the weather; she said we were fucking up the earth, and while I don't normally feel like we humans can actually have a lasting effect on the world and the planet (which is not to say we shouldn't take care of it, because it's just lazy to not clean up after yourself), I am starting to wonder.

Today, it started snowing, and instead of feeling disappointed, like, Oh, I hate snow (because I get sick of it, like everyone else), or even saying, Oh, how pretty, my reaction was, Thank the gods. I felt relieved that it had started snowing.
I keep looking out the window, just looking at the snow, glad that it's snowing.

Happy Winter, everyone. Take care of the earth and take care of yourself. I love you all.

Holy Fucking Snow

My gods, it's like an Arctic Adventure outside.
The snow is--no shit--a foot deep, give or take a few inches, for variation.

It's ridiculous. And it's a gods-damned good thing I don't work today.

And yet, I left my room in a thin short-sleeved shirt, an unbuttoned coat, no gloves, scarf or hat, unlaced snow boots (for ease in taking off/putting on), and my hands not even in my pockets.
I went to the back door, tried it, knocked, waited, then had to go around to the front door and unlock that (I have a key to the front door, but not the back), and my cheeks were slightly chilly.
I love/hate the weather here, the same as I love/hate the weather in Chicago. I don't know which is better.

Meh.

I'm reading Othello.
My brother has a book of "Four Great Tragedies" (NOT including Romeo and Juliet) that I borrowed yesterday to make my Best Safety Lies in Fear shirt ... I took several lines from the scene (in Hamlet) where Laertes tells Ophelia that Hamlet may say that he loves her, and "Perhaps he loves you now", but not to actually believe him or pin any hopes on him. I painted the lines on the shirt with fabric paint, and left the book on the counter.
So, I went into the house to go to the bathroom, and decided that I should eat something while I was there--and I was like, Gee, I'd really like to read something while I eat, but I don't really want to trudge through the snow to my room and back just for a book--so I picked up the Shakespeare book to read Othello, because it came after Hamlet, and Hamlet was first, and I've already read Hamlet. (After Othello is King Lear, which I haven't read, and then MacBeth, which I read in school, and so technically, haven't read.)

Anyway. Much love.

Tornado Weather

The weather here has been ridiculous. Yesterday there was serious tornado-weather. It didn't, of course, tornado, being in the middle of the mountains, but it was close. and all over the valley (both of them, now), the sky's half bright and clear and sunny, and half dark clouds and rain. It's ridiculous.
Anyway. I'm in my room, on my very own computer, using the internet. Can you tell the months and months of not having internet really sucked for me?
So, I'm really tired. I guess I didn't have much to say, just wanted to log on and say hey.

Have a muffin-licious day, my lovely muffins!