At Least There Are Lights


Today has been a slow, get-things-done kind of day. I went through and organized an entire junk drawer, bagged up some clothes to bring to the Goodwill, took the recycling out, did the dishes, tidied up the dining room and kitchen, rearranged the bathroom cupboard, went to Target, bought Draino, and dumped it down the shower drain. Then as a reward to myself, I lit all the candles we own and ate Ben and Jerry's ice cream while listening to Christmas music.

globe lights

I don't think I'm alone in feeling as gray as it looks outside today. A couple people I've talked to recently have admitted to feeling depressed with the weather. I normally don't suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder, but it probably wouldn't hurt to pull out the multivitamins and keep up with the exercising.

As I drove back from Target today, though, Garrison Keillor was going on about Lake Wobegon and cabins and pie baking. A few of the mansions on Summit Ave. were having Christmas lights professionally arranged on the pine trees and bushes in their yards. I turned on our one string of globe lights on the porch to join in the fun. Thanksgiving and Christmas do make everything better in the winter.

Well, I wish I had more for you, but I'm headed out to shop for hot dogs, marshmallows, and other treats to roast over the bonfire we're having at Drew's place tonight.

If you're feeling grey about the weather, try doing something and don't just melt into a puddle on your couch.

Photo by The Obsessive Imagist