when chill, er, arctic winds blow…
by bam
with all its might that mercury is push-push-pushing, trying with every ounce of january muscle to get up to where the one meets the zero, calls itself a brisk ten above.
even the rhododendron leaves, just outside my window, are curled tight into a rod, curled as if their life depends upon it, which in fact it does.
the feathered traffic at the feeder is slow to none, and, mostly, sparrow shiver in the pines. i think they’d like to call for carry-in, or better yet delivery. but the lines, i fear, are iced.
the morning when the world is frozen is a morning when you’d prefer, perhaps, to catch the nearest plane to tahiti. but, dang, that would entail walking to the curb–at least–to catch the taxicab.
so instead, why not do what i love best, and make yourself a list. a list is a beautiful thing. a romantic thing. you sketch your hopes and dreams. tick them off in little snippets. barely even have to finish your thought. you know what you mean. it’s you, for cryin’ out loud, making that there list.
so, then, with no ado–it’s too cold for adoing–here is the way i’d like to spend a ch-ch-chilly day at the end of a long, long, long, long week:
*crank the brand-new tunes my manchild made for me, the soundtrack, perhaps, from “once,” the movie a dear old friend told me months ago would inspire me. he was right. and now i can’t stop mumbling with all the words, my own odd version of pretending i too can sing along. which i can’t. just ask my boys. even the cat took to under the bed.
*fill the troughs, pour hot water into bowls for all the critters. there is nothing so satisfying–for this faux farmer girl–as making sure that all God’s creatures are duly fed and watered. i’d distribute little blankets if i could, but instead i put out extra christmas trees so they could harbor in the branches. more real estate, the better for those birds, way i figure it.
*grab the mcdonald’s coupon books, and drive to where it’s dark and even colder. pass out books to every hungry hand that reaches your direction. give the folks on lower wacker drive a place, and means, for getting in and out from this coldest cold. God bless my mama who gave me those books for just this purpose. God bless the soul who inspired her, whose story we found out only when he died, how he spent his winters doling out hundreds of dollars in vouchers for a hamburger and fries, and a hot, hot coffee that bought a seat where heat was all but guaranteed.
*once back home, grind the beans and get your own hot coffee going. stoke the steel-cut oats, while you’re at it, too. i’ve got the grandest formula these days: scottish steel-cut oats, 1/4 cup; water, 1 cup; sprinkle of salt (don’t ask me why, all i know is it works); flaxseed, 2 tsps.; sprinkling organic raisins, cranberries, apricot, chopped; 1 walnut, 1 almond, chopped; dry milk, 1/3 cup; cinnamon, a good stiff shake or three. now, get the water and the salt a bubblin’, stir and dump the oats, then all the rest. let it simmer half an hour. dump it in your favorite bowl (mine is red with fat white stripe), grab a porridge spoon (mine is wooden, and it sailed in from old vermont). take a seat at the kitchen table, staring out at birds, who might be staring back at you. invite them in, for heaven’s sake. they might love the porridge.
*whisper benediction for the oats, the birds, and all the souls far colder than you have ever been. pray to God that warmth blows in, deep and boldly to their souls. don’t let them die, God, frozen to the city’s underbelly.
*and, besides all that, the best idea for how i’d like to spend an arctic day is invite a house full of folks i love. cook all day the day before, and fill the vases with blooms galore. stack the logs to make a fire. putter here and there, making it a house that shines, and shouts: warmth dwells here. come in, come in. leave your cares outside, where chill winds won’t stop blowing.
peace i wish you at the end of this long week. and warm toes besides.
do you like lists as much as i do? what would you do on a chilly arctic day when the poor old mercury makes it up to 10, then dwindles back to less than zero?
Read “daily meanderings” in pull up a chair. What could warm the soul and spirit more than that!
just because its friday and we need a little humor, one of my favorite far side cartoons is of a man sitting at the end of his bed. There is a sign on the wall with the following note/list”Pants, then Shoes!”If only our lists were that simple!my heart is warmed for sure by the pauses created when I pull up a chair
Wake up in the dark, bundle in layers and walk the dog…and let the dog pull me home afer two blocks (she has good sense, my pup)…put on clean snuggly pajamas and go to work – YES…it was “wear pajamas to school day” for the whole school and it was wonderful to see the tiny ones to the big ones strolling around in fluffy robes, colorful pjs, and floppy slippers. I do believe some of our visitors might have been a bit perplexed to find our normally straight-laced, button-downed, catholic school looking like a giant pajama party, but it was a grand way to spend a very cold Friday. And now I have my cuppa tea and have meandered to my computer to find just a lovely reflection, some inspiring ideas, and bit of humor for future cold days….It would be down right dull to live in one climate all the year long.
The list for a brutally cold day starts out the same as usual. Always, tea and the newspaper. Dog out, regardless of the weather…..(yikes, we haven’t owned him through a winter yet). Meals require certain foods on a day like this. Chicken pot pie for dinner for those indoors. Hot chicken soup for those outdoors–who will be few, I am sure. Such a day will also involve probably baking, snuggling under afghans to read or watch a movie together, and playing Clue, chess, or, Lord help me, Settlers of Catan……. Overall a warm cheering day despite, or perhaps because of, the outdoor temperature.