I knew it was cold this morning. I knew it. I think I may even have mentioned it. I may have even mentioned the possibility of sleet.
It did not sleet. No, it did not.
Instead, it snowed.
Okay, okay, you people who live up north in the frozen waste-lands would laugh your asses off at what we call snow but when white frozen things fall from the sky, we call it snow.
And when it snows and the wind whips the tree tops into a frenzy and the sky is pewter, we call it too fucking cold.
And that is what I spent my entire day in- the outdoors where it was snowing, off and on, and blowing, and COLD!
Oh my Lord, it was cold.
But I had so much fun.
I at least had the good sense to wear leggings and socks under my dress. And take my magical and warm Kathleen-knitted-Cozumel-colored shawl which, when I was not being filmed, I was wrapped in and which Lanny, when he was not being filmed, also wrapped up in a time or two.
"This is really soft," he said.
It is. Really, really soft.
It got to the point where it was so cold it was funny.
"And...freeze," Freddy would say and we'd all crack up.
"When does that thing kick in where you start to feel really warm and just want to sit down and fall asleep and die?" I asked.
"That sounds like one of my films," Freddy said. "Just wait until the premiere night."
Okay. Maybe you had to be there.
All I can say is- thank god we weren't filming a skin flick out there in the woods.
No way that would have worked.
Anyway, it was just what a grandmother who has spent the last few weeks panicking over Christmas needed. Christmas was barely mentioned and I did not have to spend one second worrying over chicken salad or wrapping paper or things to go in the stockings.
Nope. All I had to worry about was whether or not my toes would fall off and how to look angry.
I got to scream at the top of my lungs. Three times. It's been so long since I've screamed I wasn't even sure I could. Turns out I can, although now I hardly have a voice.
Who cares? We don't have Steel Magnolia rehearsals for a week. Surely I'll be completely recovered by then.
And perhaps warmed up to a normal body temperature, too, although it's supposed to get even colder.
The porch plants are covered and the chickens are shut in for the night and I took a very hot bath and I have brown rice simmering and I've had a piece of fruit cake.
And Christmas is over (well, except for that fruit cake) and it was such a good one.
I realized today that this Christmas day was the first one in forever that I didn't fall into a I-want-to-die depression in the afternoon.
Not even close.
You have no idea how amazing that is.
Can it be that progress can be made, even for an old grandmother?
Hell, if it can snow in Florida. I guess anything is possible.
Or just about, at least.
For the life of me I can't come up with an ending for this post, a neat tying-up of it all.
And maybe that's all right. Leave it open for more stuff to be added later.
This ain't no sitcom.
And that's as good an ending as any and will just have to do.