SHARING THE WORLD ON A WET, GREY DECEMBER AFTERNOON

I usually like December. Lights and gifts and just people in a good mood, having parties, seeing family and friends and having a good time. This year, not so much. Everyone seems to have a cold or the flu or something. While it hasn’t been as cold as it sometimes gets, it has been very damp, that bone-chilling cold dampness that makes your bones ache. Well, maybe you have to be past 40 to really feel the weather, though I think this kind of weather is rather grim for everyone.

One more day of rain and then, with a little luck, we’ll have colder but clearer weather. A bit of sunshine would make everyone feel better.

There’s nothing attractive about this kind of weather. It’s just nasty, wet, and miserable. Even though the house is pretty warm, somehow it feels cold. Looking outside, everything is a shade of gray.

So to the questions:

Do you have a favourite outfit you like to wear?

Not really unless you count a warm sweater and sweatpants. AND my new robe which is like a giant sweatshirt. Otherwise, these days favorite is often whatever suits the weather and right now? That means WARM!

What is the worst thing you were forced to wear as a child (school uniforms aside) ?

Laced up oxford shoes. Everyone made fun of me and them. They were ugly and they hurt my feet. My mother was convinces they were good for me. They weren’t. Mostly they gave me blisters and sore heels. The shoe salesmen were none too honest — or maybe they believed what they told people. One way or the other, they were wrong.

Do you have a sweet tooth, and if so, are you a chewer, cruncher, or sucker?

Not any more. A little sweet stuff goes a very long way! If it’s very sweet, I won’t eat it at all.

Do you think you could eat your weight in chocolate?

Ugh, no. One piece of chocolate now and then. I can eat a LOT of crystallized ginger, though.

Spreading smiles?

Considering how poorly I’ve felt for what feels like forever, I figure not complaining all the time and trying to laugh at jokes is as good as it gets. Meanwhile, Owen has a cold — and so does Garry and probably so do I because by the time Owen realized he had it, he’d had plenty of time to pass it around. No, not flu or COVID. Just a sloppy little cold.

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