Look upon every day as the whole of life,
not merely as a section;
and enjoy and improve the present without wishing,
through haste, to rush on to another.
Jean Paul Richter
“Blustery.” That word grabs my attention. While I scan the newspaper, a television is chattering in the background. I must see the satellite shot for the day. It is becoming an obsession, in a year full of shifting cold and warm fronts.
The weatherman announces “It’s going to be a blustery day out there.” He points to the map behind him and points out the pink and blue waves on the screen, meaning trouble ahead. To those of us who cannot stay inside our nice warm homes and ride it out, there will be no escaping that word, today. Pink would be freezing rain, and dark blue would be heavy snow. Light blue would be light snow but with the word blustery thrown into the mix, it will mean drifting and just plain miserable. I did associate the colour pink with more cheerful, and a meaningful cause, but this darn map has left a different spin on my pink.
Blustery, only means one thing to me these days. That would be freezing cold and more than likely miserable. Layers of clothing will be required to make it through a day like today. To look out the window, you would not believe the weatherman. The sun shines and the sky is clear. The snow that covers the ground shimmers in the light. It sure looks pretty.
The sun is very tricky. It will invite you out into its beautiful world, and then smack you in the head with that word “Blustery” before you know what hit you.
I have fallen for the sun and her beautiful soothing come hither ways, too many times before. Now, I constantly listen to the weatherman who warns me of her tricks, and then I prepare for them. I have wondered lately, though that maybe the weatherman plays tricks too. Could those two be in cahoots? Maybe this is the season of tricks, and to fool those of us who head outside.
Today I am going to trust the weatherman, and hope it is not one of his tricks again. I do not trust the sun these days she likes to get you out there and not prepared so she can laugh.
With the word blustery in my head I pull on layers, I also pull on two hats, and my hoodie. “You will not trick me today sun, Ha take that.” I open up the door and the blustery winds are very apparent. I pull my hood over my face. The weatherman was right. “Blustery” is my word of the day. It is definitely a two hat day. I know I will find something to do with the extra hat.
Oh yes, that would be Tessy, her Mom Bossy2 and of course, Red. We like to share.