This winter has been terrible. I have never been so sedentary for so long a stretch. Yesterday the Fox 4 weatherman said that in the average January and February, we have twenty-four days when the temperature gets above fifty; this year, we've had only two such days.
Those brief, warmer spells are the times Cliff and I normally bundle up and go for a motorcycle ride. It's those times that get us through the winters and keep our spirits up. The motorcycle hasn't been out of the garage in months. In fact, I believe late November was the last time we rode.
I certainly hope this year isn't setting some sort of trend for the upcoming winters.
So, we surf the Internet. Cliff plans the work he'll do on his Oliver tractor, I plan my next garden. We discuss possible vacation plans, and weekend trips we hope to take this summer.
Regarding yesterday's entry about Blue: I finally understand what people mean when they talk about "closure". In composing that entry, I realized that I hadn't allowed myself to grieve properly. Sharing my thoughts with the world brought my feelings to the surface, feelings I was keeping buried. Indeed, it gave me closure, as painful as it was. I thank you for all your kind words.