Cold and Quiet
I couldn’t get warm today, no matter how
I tried. I increased my usual three layers to five, added a fuzzy blanket and a
beanie hat, even resorted to alcohol, which usually gets me flushed. None of it
worked. My bones felt colder today than they did through most of January. The
vernal chill, rain, wind and damp: sad rewards for surviving winter—and 30 days
of lock-down. Though this spring is the worst in memory, I’ve decided I don’t
like spring in general. I always expect more from it than I ought to.
The magnolia tree in my front yard was
gorgeous and the pride of the neighborhood—people kept stopping to take
pictures of it on their walks—a firework of pink blossoms--for five days. After
yesterday’s rain, it has turned slimy and brown and slicks my driveway with
treacherous muck.
Over the past weeks, I’ve gone on a
baking/sugar bender like everybody else, but I make unsophisticated things that
take no time and no skill: Rice Krispie Treats, 7-layer bars, 3-ingredient
peanut butter cookies. My husband is burning through Girl Scout Tagalongs while
I’ve eaten my share of Mallomars. This kind of behavior too is more winter-like
than spring-like. So was spending the weekend curled up on the couch watching
movies. (Zach picked Knives Out. I picked Parasite. My husband picked a strange
French animated film about a severed hand trying to get back to its owner. It
was surprisingly not bad. )
I’ve had nothing much to say for the past
few days. My whole family has gone into a kind of “blessed silence”. I didn’t
even need to make the sticker; I just needed to be patient. We’ve run out of
words well before we’ve run out of toilet paper. We’re communicating solely
with shrugs and eyebrow waggles now.
Here’s hoping for warmer, happier days.
I have those cold days too. Don't know what causes it but the only cure for me is a hot shower. That's usually the only place I'm warm enough all winter.
ReplyDeleteHave eaten my way thru a 9x13 pan of Rice Krispie Treats but don't know what 7 Layer Bars are. ? Was Parasite good? I'm currently bingeing Hinterland on Netflix, a dark gloomy detective show with Scottish burrs so thick I can't tell what they're saying about 1/5 of the time.