Ugh, winter. What can I say that hasn’t been said already about this doggone season? I just want to shake winter by the shoulders and tell it very sternly, “Hey, I’ve had enough of you!” In the meantime, I’m just trying to keep myself warm and staying in as much as I can without going completely cabin-fever crazy. I’m seeking comfort and joy in a few small things, as anyone should when they find themselves facing those mid-winter blues. This season is boring me to tears.
After work, I’ll head to the library and pick up a frivolous book about a quirky young woman who’s engaged to the guy that doesn’t “get” her and finally ends up with the charming, witty architect who she can be herself with by the end of it. Since I’ve started watching Sherlock, I’ve been picturing Benedict Cumberbatch as the dreamy leading man in these scenarios (can you say dreamboat? I mean.). Honestly, I’d love to get into a thrilling young adult story, but any time I go into the library the YA section is completely overrun by teenagers. They’re all sitting in a circle discussing whoknowswhat (books?) and blocking the entire section of fiction. I never ask them to move because it looks like they might be in the middle of a book club meeting or something. But I do get huffy about it sometimes and when I get home, I’ll shout at Bob, “There were teens in the teen section again!”
The promise of a trip to Charleston, SC this year is getting me pretty excited. The planning, oh I love the planning! It’s half the fun. I have my Frommer’s Charleston handbook all dog-eared and marked up with a bunch of must go heres! That will likely be later on in the year, so we might do a short weekend trip earlier to…Salem? Sleepy Hollow? We must be feeling the history this year because our present options are all rich in it.
There’s nothing like a hot bowl of soup on a ridiculously frigid day, which we’ve been experiencing a lot of lately. Not to toot my own horn too much, but I’m pretty damn good at soup. Lately, I’ve been a fan of adding small bits of sweet potato to almost every one I make (it is especially good in this one and this one). I’ll be all warm and comfy with my soup, while it’s 15 degrees out and it’s almost like I’m shaking my fists at the cold and telling it, “Do your worst! I’m home, I’m cozy and I’ve got soup!”.
I’ve even started to appreciate that once-obnoxious clang-clang-clang sound of the radiator. Even at 2am on a work night, the sound of hissing paired with hammers banging against metal is like beautiful music to my ears. I love a good heat blast.
So, how’ve you been holding up?