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Thursday, September 11, 2008

It's Too Late



I did it. Paid my money and signed the lease. Co…mit..mit.mit…..ment, ouch, made to staying put and sticking it out. No cold snap appeared to save me. The weather stayed pleasant and warm, allowing me to hallucinate that global warming has arrived, that all those geese flying NORTH recently were an omen that there will be no more winter in New England, and that even if there is, this time, I will be able to tolerate, maybe even enjoy, the cold.

Yeah right. Reality is going to bite like frost.
I am the same person who spent the entire summer breaking out in hysterical laughter whenever someone would ask me if I was staying the winter. “Who, ME? NEVER. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” What a silly idea.

I move in on Monday. Tough job, that, shifting the contents out of the Ford Escort wagon and into the cottage. No more long walk or zipping by bike from ‘the boat end’ of the marina to the bathrooms at the other end. Which means I will now get very lazy and out of shape when all I have to do when I need to pee is to take a few steps into the bathroom. Where’s the fun in that? Maybe I can make up the difference by splitting wood for the stove!

I have always thought that ‘good’ and ‘winter’ were a perfect example of an oxymoron, but I am now insane enough to feel that not only is it going to be a good winter, it might possibly even be a great one!

Call the people with the straightjacket, please! Make it fleece lined with matching hat and gloves.