Yes, I’ve been away for a while. The Gweeds has been under the weather. My lungs are more delicate than other sentient beings, and I do suffer when the weather turns cold. And it has been very cold here in Santa Tourista.
Grams keeps trying to get me to ride with her and Big Guy in the mornings when she bikes to work. I have peeked out from under my duvet long enough to see the frost on the roof tops across the way. She waves up to me as she gets on her bike and I can see her breath coming out of her mouth. “Come on Gweeds! It’s just brisk!” Brisk my eye! It was 28° F (-2° C) yesterday morning.
She laughed later when she got back home. “Wow! I thought that my nose would fall off this morning!” And she thought that I would come with her?!? She’s nuts! So, I’ve been rambling around the house, reading, looking at DVDs, and generally twiddling my thumbs. Grams has been feeding me so much chicken soup, that I think I might sprout feathers any day now. There’s one thing I’m sure of: I have cabin fever.
At least Grams has stopped complaining about it being eternal spring here old S.T. “Ahhhh, Gweeds, it’s finally autumn! Feel that chill in the air!” No, thanks. I’ll crawl back under the duvet with a hot water bottle. Yesterday, Grams came up to my room when she got home and dumped the leaves in the photo on my bed. “Look! Autumn leaves! Aren’t they gorgeous! If only it would snow here!”
Snow?!? That’s all I need. I’m used to a tropical climate. What is wrong with the woman? I do have to admit that this weather brings out the best in her culinary skills. She’s made lots of chili, and she always has a hot toddy for me. Also, she’s broken out the egg nog. She has lots of liquor in it, so I’m limited to my intake (“I don’t want you stumbling down the stairs, mister!”).
I know that one of these mornings, when she’s decided that I’m feeling better, she’s going to toss my jacket, muffler, mittens, and cap to me and make me come with her. In the meantime, I’m coughing and blowing my nose loudly when she’s nearby. She’s going to catch on soon, so keep the Gweeds in your thoughts.
From our house to yours,
Feliz Navidad and may the New Year bring real peace on earth.
A dopo e Moochas Smoochas,
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course
*Autumn Leaves
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
C’est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m’aimais et je t'aimais
Nous vivions tous, les deux ensemble
Toi que m’aimais moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants désunis
(French Lyrics by Jacques Prévert,
English Lyrics by Johnny Mercer,
Music by Joseph Kosma)
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