Tag Archives: winter

Spring Challenged With Puzzled Daze

Who’s with me on the quest for warmer days, for spring sunshine and thawed soils?  South is the direction, I’m told – perhaps there is loamy soil that is thawing not terribly far away?

Longing deeply for longer days and physical purpose, I have lolled to such extreme that I don’t recognize my body parts when I glance down.  I’ve assembled nine puzzles in the last four weeks, and now have assembly down to a science of sorts:  outside frame first, then sort by color and assemble smallest sections first, then work up to the largest section and sort by shape.

Puzzling keeps me from surf-shopping, or lingering too long on social media.  These I find detrimental to either my financial or mental well-being, so work diligently to avoid them.

I’ve enjoyed fringe social media involvement for many years, grasping in the early days of the game that I could use settings to filter out or censor unwanted information.  I set up groups before it became an easy thing to do, and custom posted to my set groups many times over the years.  I understand the basic underpinnings of such outlets.

Lately though, there is too much filtering to do – I would have to censor nearly every ‘friend’, family, friend or acquaintance to maintain my sense of well-being.  So I reduce my time online, and diligently search for other activities to occupy my mind and fill my time.  This was not a conscious thing in years past.  It’s new.

Finally, I fully understand why there are some who pose the question “are we part of a simulation”?  It all seems contrived lately, manipulated and overdone – like life has turned into some horrible version of reality show mixed with soap opera.  I don’t want to be a cast member, I didn’t sign a contract for this – and the pay is horrible.

So, I dream a little dream of loamy soil, and sunshine on my back, and bird sounds and insect wings – and hang tightly onto the dangled offer to join one of my teammates in the greenhouse next week.

 

 

Understanding Snowbirds

Each year, another notch of unrest strikes at my aging body.

During the early years of marriage, our primary difference was where our ‘dream’ home was located.  He said humid Texas and I said rocky Colorado.  He loved the moist heat and I loved the dry cold.

As an easy compromise, we remained in Kansas.  Hot humid summers and cold-ass winters.  Neither of us really thrilled about the locale, but staying put is ever so easily accomplished.

Aging, it seems, makes me reconsider – perhaps there’s merit in warmer climates.

As the joints in my fingers squeal little prophetic tunes of ‘if you think this is bad, just you wait’, and my cold ankles send icicles up my spine, I recognize that there will need to be some more compromises made – and quickly!

I’ve discovered that once my ankles become chilled, there is no other body part that I can warm to adjust my core temperature back to comfort.  I simply have to find a method to keep my ankles warm, always.  Similarly, the back of my neck is now a temperature modifying zone.

Where are those leg-warmers of the 80s?  Why didn’t I subscribe to that fashion phase and store a box of them as mementos?

Thankfully, scarves have been quite the recent fashion craze – and as usual, I’ll finally be interested in them once they’re going out of style.  Count on me to be completely off the tracks of fashion sense.  🙂

Seriously though, I’ve recently discovered that quality “short”boots – not the ankle boots, mind you – provide just the sort of heat entrapment necessary for these thermostat ankles, so I’ve stalled the caravan South for a bit.

But I do understand those SnowBirds now.  Does that mean I’m still learning?