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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. 
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| Yes, a note I made for myself. Why you ask? (or maybe I asked for you) It's been a rather lazy day for me. My wife didn't have to go to work until five this afternoon, so she took the dogs out while I putzed around most of the day. I made a kettle of soup, did a bit in here, worked on some surveys, etc... Since none of this required getting dressed, I did my putzing in my pj's; shorts and a sleevless shirt. I didn't even bother to put socks on today, since it's comfortable and my feet didn't get cold. But, about an hour ago, the dogs let me know they needed to go out and take care of business. Being only five degrees Fahrenheit with a bit of a wind, I knew they wouldn't be out for very long, so I slipped my jacket and bedroom slippers on and out we went. I felt the cold instantly on my legs and exposed head, but it was bearable and again, I wouldn't be out for very long. They did a bit of sniffing around, then took care of business. In five minutes or less, they were heading back to the door to go in. But, something distracted them and they went around the side of the house. I hurried over to see, and sure enough, the neighbor was heading my way. He was dressed for the temperature and carrying a cup of coffee in one had, a couple of dog treats in the other. "You must think it's spring dressed like that." "No, I just ran these two out and was heading back in. It's a bit too cold to be out here dressed like this." He gave the dogs their treats and asked how things were going. He also told me that the landlord may be changing our garbage pick-up and a few other things. I was polite and talked for a few minutes, but I was getting very cold, my legs were starting to burn, and my toes had gone numb; I told him as much, then added, I need to get inside before I freeze something. "Yeah, the radio says it's seventeen below with the wind, it don't take long for exposed skin to frostbite." I headed towards the door, but he continued to chew the fat. "Why don't you come in, I have a pot of coffee on and it should be done." "No, thanks, I just saw you out with the dogs and thought I'd come over and say hello. You better get inside, you're legs are either turning blue or it's the yard light making them look blue." "Yeah, I'm heading in. I'll have to stop over one of these days and visit. Thanks for stopping by." I started up the steps to the door as he turned to go back home. But, the dogs were still wondering if there was another treat and followed him. I had to go back out in the full exposer to the wind and call for them. They stopped following right away and Bellah ran back like she usually does, but Max, my Husky is a bit more stubborn. He looked at me and then back at the neighbor, sat down and watched until he was out of sight and then came back over, slow and sniffing along the way. I could no longer feel my toes at all, my legs felt like they were on fire, my ears were burning, and my fingers had begun to ache. I hurried up the steps to the door, opened it and Bellah went right in, but Max mumbled something (he is quite a talker) and ran over to the tree line to poop. After another minute or two of freezing, he started heading back, then saw a squirrel that he had to chase up a tree. I gave up and went inside and called for him from inside the door. He thought for a few seconds about his choices, and decided to meander his way up tot he door so he would get his treat for coming in when called. He did get his treat, they both did. I'm still thawing out, sitting her under a blanket trying to get my legs warmed up. Max is lying on my feet which warmed them right up, and my fingers have quit throbbing and just burn a little now. So my not to myself is: Don't be a fool and go out in the frigid arctic air unless your dressed warm enough to handle getting stuck out there for a half an hour or more. No serious frostbite damage, just well chilled, but I will say this, Baby it's cold outside! |
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I wear a jacket when it falls below 70.
