Today is actually a gorgeous day. It is 40 degrees and extremely windy, however the sound soothes my soul and reminds me of the crashing waves on the shore of the ocean, while the sand and shells await the disturbance of an incoming storm.
I will choose to stay inside today because my bones ache in this damp cold and my fingers freeze. John knows that someday I dream about going to a warmer climate in the colder months. Not a hot climate, but one that I can comfortably be outside. One that I can comfortably walk my dogs every day, sit outside every day, and walk to all the places I need to go to gather my daily necessities. Just like I did in California.
I feel for my dogs today. For their anxious little minds and their unsettled nerves. I wonder if they have put it together that the cold = no walk. Honestly, I don't think Lily cares. She is a nut and as I type this she is sitting on my chair behind me, thankful to be comforted by my stillness. Jack on the other hand is sad and pouting today.
As I was sitting on my couch, doing my 10 minutes of reading today, Lily sat beside my licking herself with the most annoying slurping sound she makes in the process of cleansing. It almost sounds as if she is drinking her fur. yuk. Jackson jumped up to be near me and when he realized I was reading and not petting, he perched himself on the end table next to me and gazed out the window anxiously watching for any movement of grey with fluffy tails. He loves his squirrels. Every once in while he would glance back at me and show me those big and sad eyes. I wish he understood my words and my true sincerity of the explanation of why we can't do something, but I know he doesn't. I just hope he is smart enough to put the temperature and the wind together into the sad conclusion the walk will have to wait.
I feel this is quite the boring entry today, but I have been in a little bit of a writers block and trying to break free. Maybe this mundane entry will help...