My home feels like I’m in a poem.
“It’s going to be cold at the lake today if we go,” the tall red-headed man says as the heavy oak door opens and closes, bringing in a current of chill air.
I jump up from struggling with a sentence to feed the big red-haired dog who will be expecting her plate.
“But the wind will be behind us, not like yesterday, so we should be okay.” In my head I imagine Hemingway at sea. “Now remember,” he says, “turn the stove off when you’re finished heating the water!”
Lately I’ve been leaving the burner on after my morning pourovers. “I’ll try Pooh, but I get distracted!” Says Piglet.
Minutes later I’m standing in the middle of the living room, midway between making my coffee and catching this little snippet of life. He thinks I’ve forgotten to turn the stove off. Then realizes I haven’t. Yet.
The coffee is made, I’ve settled into my writing chair when I hear, “One of us put scissors in the microwave.”
This concerns me. I look up. He’s warming his coffee.
“It wasn’t me,” I say, defending my sanity.
A pause, then he speaks. “Oh. It was me.” He sips as he walks to the table to read the paper. “I must have done it after I cut open the microwave popcorn bag last night.”
Those bags are steaming hot. I pull the seams, he does not. I think of the frozen lake.
“Are we still going to the boat show today?” he asks. He’s kidding of course.
“You didn’t happen to see where I put my socks…?”
Some may call this growing old together. But I think it’s more like staying young together.
I did find my socks. I was sitting on them.
Happy Saturday! 🤍
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At the lake:
This is so good…. In so many ways….
( heading into the Big 70 )
Marvelous post, Deb! And the first line, “My home feels like I’m in a poem.” What an irresistible invitation. And what follows it is poetic and fully justifies the opening.
Thanks Larry! (I’m never sure.)
We’re doing it together! ❤️😄
I relate. I think it’s cold everywhere. Our high is supposed to be -20 in a couple days.
Love the lake pictures. Very untamed.
Scissors in the microwave…sitting on the socks. Love every bit of this piece! 🥰
Your cozy home and warm relationship come through so well that I almost felt I was there. Lovely, Deb!
Gary, do you fish in that cold…? Why would I not be surprised if you do?
I suppose there’s a side of us that will always remain a little untamed. Like nature, like water, like children. And that’s a beautiful thing…stay warm.
It’s gotta keep us laughing. ♥️😄
Sandra and it feels as if you almost are!!!♥️♥️
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My record for fishing in cold weather is -52 degrees. I don’t recommend it and won’t ever do it again. Very dangerous. Oh to be young again. anything below zero needs a fish house and a heater.
I’m trying to think of a poetic analogy to that: “anything below zero needs a fish house and a heater”… but I think you nailed it.
I thought I had written a humorous ice fishing in the cold story…I found it. You would enjoy. It was only -25 but I shouldn’t have gone. I just googled “stunt double-garyfultz”
https://garyfultz.com/2021/02/23/stunt-double/
I love it! Already had a like on it!
Can’t wait to reread it. (Have a call with my IT in 5)
And you commented I see. Have a great day in your cold neck of the woods.
Love this, Deb. And the pictures, too. It’s been a while since I’ve seen waves that freeze while waving.
Pam, I’m so sorry for my late reply. Ugh. Yours is such a beautiful, poetic image and bears repeating: “waves that freeze while waving.” I just love it. That’s our Milwaukee. ❤️❤️❤️