Winter Time
Tuesday, January 18, 2011 at 1:59AM 
Nine days since my last post. Really?
And those leftover French fries have been in the fridge for a week plus one day, eh? (Who keeps leftover French fries anyway?)
How long has that chicken been in there? And dear goodness, that jar of tomato sauce, way at the back, that's from before I went to Vermont, isn't it? That makes it at least three weeks old. We may skip the rinse and recycle on that one and just chuck the whole thing in the bin.
I haven't updated Twitter in over 24 hours. This is longer than it sounds in the world of social networking. You know how it is.
And I haven't talked to you, my friend, in a month. And to you for maybe two. And you, and you. I miss you(s).
How long has it been since I dusted this ledge that holds my favorite things?
I remembered to change my toothbrush recently, but only because I'd had that nasty cold. I'm still not convinced that matters, but it seemed like a good idea.
I made a home cooked meal yesterday for the first time this year. Today we had leftovers and declared it good. This afternoon I cooked bacon. The house still holds its smell.
Tomorrow I'll venture out and buy a bottle of red wine, Côtes du Rhône, to be specific. It will go in the stew. And maybe into a small glass or two.
Tomorrow, I'll keep reading and writing. Oh, I hope I'll keep writing. (I have no worries about the reading. I'm swallowing other people's words like cupfuls of hot tea during these short days and long nights.)
I promised myself this was the winter I'd learn to knit and to make bread. Must check pantry for yeast. And dig out that yarn and those needles I bought long ago.
I can hear the icy rain tinking against the window glass. It's late and morning is early. Stay warm and dry while you can.
Reader Comments (6)
Come on up to Boston and I'll teach you to knit, my dear. And we'll drink hot tea together. Miss you.