Winter Blues, Thoughts of Spring and Crazy Summer Birds

Winter snow coats my deck, the bbq is huddled under it's cover and the cats are hunting for sunbeams.  This describes today in my neighborhood. 

As we headed into mid February, often the coldest month of the prairie winter, I have to stop to reflect on what my year is going to be like.  Is there substance to the old saying that how your year starts is a predictor of how it the year will unfold? Who knows!

January started off with joy, friends, champagne and lots of laughing! So that is a good thing right? How quickly did it devolve into medical appointments and aches and pains - I can't be getting old! I was just young - don't tell me I have arthritis, age spots on my hands and  other such nuisance maladies!

My reality doesn't recognize a  CPP aged woman with a lot of extra "chrome" in her hair.  Which is why my reality chooses to involve a very dear friend who is practised in the art of "beauty enhancement".  I know - she's got an awesome base to work with (tee hee) but seriously I really don't believe I'm getting old.  And I think I can prove my theory of eternal youthfulness - here goes.

I am still fun and everyone knows old people are crotchety and cantankerous.  I mean would like to NOT see stray hairs on my lip, chin and other areas that are not my scalp.  What's with that? No one told me ingrown toenails, reduced digestive powers (read gas) and creaky knees were in the future.

My amply padded derriere should protect me from discomfort on long drives yes? Well not so fast - after an hour on the road, my hips don't want to cooperate, I get a headache from air conditioning in summer, and even heated seats don't sooth my achey breaky bum!  Oh when did this start?

Now I've jumped ahead to July - hot and I mean plus 35 and more for a couple of weeks.  So hot my yard is baked.  Not just an expression - the raspberries baked on the cane! The saskatoon berries turned into raisins.  In what seemed like a day! They just can't compete with the unrelenting sun.

To the north, storms abound, tornado watches are common place, and hail pounds what is left of the crops.  In our village, everyone is sort of droopy like my shrubs - we need rain.  But this heat is what I want to remember in the -20C weather when I'm chipping snow off the drive!

This morning I was giving the eyeball to my now empty strawberry patch (thanks Robins) and the wrens were giving me heck - when I noticed what I thought was a rabbit at first glance.  Nope, a lovely little calico cat, young, obviously pregnant - I said good morning, please don't have your babies in my garden. To which the cat meowed back loudly as if to say "hey I'm hunting here, move along!" Soo she told me!

Yes seasons are progressing as they should, I'm aging as I should - what I forget is past weather, and the fact I'm now a senior.  A young senior but still, when a man came into the office and was asking who the older women with glasses was - I had a shudder and realized Oh Lord he's talking about me.

Perhaps I should embrace this new time of life - say sunset years and you are asking for a smack!

Wait for the signs....why 333??

I notice today as I sit at the keyboard that the time is 3:33 and I'm overcome with a powerful urge to blog.

To write.

To get it out there - perchance to entertain, maybe make you laugh or get a little angry, to go out on a literary limb and produce "something".

My urge to create, to influence, to make people think is strong just now.  I want to work - to share what I have experienced, my knowledge. Target the new and struggling businesses - help show them the way through the jungle of marketing, of working, overcome challenges and exceed all customer expectations!

What does it all mean? Really is it a sign at all.I mentioned the time 3:33. It's the time I see most often when I wake up in the middle of the night.

I procrastinated - didn't post the blog when I was composing it - but the 3:33 remains! I woke again - what the heck was keeping me up? Brain gets rushing along - I think myself into insomnia some times.

And now? Ok time change, it's weeks later at 2:03 - organizing my thoughts to how I can continue to create, entertain, perhaps educate?  Time for some fresh air - and get my self back on track.

What's that light - the train?? LOL