A warm, cozy fire. Maybe some tea, coffee or hot buttered rum. My neighbor Ellene got me started on those. Yummy. DO NOT start on those until all your housework is DONE.
You’ll be too warm and toasty to be of any good in that area when you’ve finished a hot buttered rum.
It’s wet here. It’s Oregon here. It’s Oregon Wet. and when you live on the coast, you can add wind to that winter mix. This creates horizontal rain. It creates “Yes, honey, I know we are UNDER the shelter, and still getting wet” rain.
But I like rain. I like dark by noon days. They make me cozy into my home, and create cozy. They make me slow down, and think about Thanks Giving and Christmas. They make me want to read a good book. They make me happy for old patchwork quilts from the ladies aide. The ones where none of the squares are quite lined up right, and none of the fabric REALLY goes. But you know that when it was made, there was laughter and friendship. It wraps you in it’s comfort, and holds you there. I like looking out across my street, and seeing my neighbor’s lights. I like wondering what they are doing to stay cozy. I like looking at my boys, and being glad to be HOME with them.
SO tonight, it’s raining. It’s Oregon rain. Sideways rain.
My fire is burning. The wind is blowing. But we are cozy, and you can only hear it once in a while, when the rain get pushed a little harder. Tonight, we’ll have movies. and I’ll be happy.