Rambling #2. Today is one of those dreary, windy, brisk days. A day that allures and tempts, coaxing me to sit in a cozy chair, wrap up in a soft blanket, read a fabulous book, drink a soothing cup of cocoa, and avoid all responsibility. ALL responsibility. Unfortunately, I'm pretty good at all those things and often desire them over anything else. Such are my winter moorings. I knew they would come. I just need to learn how to balance them (even if I don't want to). Keep up with the everyday, while still making time for my cozy chair moments. I keep up at home, because I'm a hermit in winter. I like to clean, I like to tidy-up. But I don't keep up outside my home. I don't feel like talking to anyone when it's cold. Isn't that sad? It's called social hermitage. And living where I do, in the country, makes it more than easy to execute. I never thought the day would come when I thought visiting was exhausting. But in the winter, it is. Or maybe I should say "superficial visiting," because there's nothing more comforting than cozying up with a dear friend for a nice chat. Those moments are treasured. So, if you ever want to talk to me this winter, you better come up with some pretty deep things to talk about . . . or else:). I'll try to have the blankets and cocoa ready!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Ramblings . . .
Rambling #2. Today is one of those dreary, windy, brisk days. A day that allures and tempts, coaxing me to sit in a cozy chair, wrap up in a soft blanket, read a fabulous book, drink a soothing cup of cocoa, and avoid all responsibility. ALL responsibility. Unfortunately, I'm pretty good at all those things and often desire them over anything else. Such are my winter moorings. I knew they would come. I just need to learn how to balance them (even if I don't want to). Keep up with the everyday, while still making time for my cozy chair moments. I keep up at home, because I'm a hermit in winter. I like to clean, I like to tidy-up. But I don't keep up outside my home. I don't feel like talking to anyone when it's cold. Isn't that sad? It's called social hermitage. And living where I do, in the country, makes it more than easy to execute. I never thought the day would come when I thought visiting was exhausting. But in the winter, it is. Or maybe I should say "superficial visiting," because there's nothing more comforting than cozying up with a dear friend for a nice chat. Those moments are treasured. So, if you ever want to talk to me this winter, you better come up with some pretty deep things to talk about . . . or else:). I'll try to have the blankets and cocoa ready!
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here i coooome! May I please come up and discuss the meaning of life, blogging, children, and redoing houses? I'll take extra whip cream, thankyouverymuch.
(i wish. boo hoo.)
I have neglected too much responsibility today. Unfortunately, in about 30 minutes I will have little boys bounding through the doors to a create and play and do homework and make lots of messes on TOP of the messes that are already here.
dangit.
I love it! I think I also suffer from social hermitage when it gets cold and dreary out! I think that is why I dragged my family out to someplace warm to live :) Happy hibernating this winter!!
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