I have a little confession to make. I do not often make public confessions, but confession is good for the soul. My confession, however, has nothing whatsoever to do with my soul. Simply put, I am cold to the bone!
I guess I have been colder but I am suffering from brain freeze right now
I was hoping all that chatter about global warming was somewhere in the neighborhood of being true. If so, nobody happened to send the memo to Mother Nature. With the sophistication of our communication technology today, I am not sure how this memo failed to get to her. Of course, they could have sent the message with one of those infamous government computers. We all know how reliable they are.
Another thought along this line is that maybe Mother Nature got the memo all right, but, like all good mothers do, ignored it and went about her own business. After all, mothers really do know best even when it does not seem so at the time.
However, I am cold and need some encouragement or at least some warm thoughts along this line. The warmest thought I have had recently has been that I have relatives in colder areas then I am. I must confess it does make me feel a little better, just not that much warmer.
Where I live we don’t have that cold stuff that piles up on the ground like they do up north keeping you from getting to where you want to go.
Whoever was singing, “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas,” please stop singing, Christmas is over. Start dreaming about something a little warmer than all of that white stuff, like a Green Easter.
This probably has been the coldest winter in a good long time and it got me to thinking, after all, what else can you do when everything is frozen?