Sunday, November 16, 2014
I had my usual peanut butter/banana/chocolate crepe this morning. Unfortunately, I was out of maple syrup, so I poured chocolate/peppermint over the already sinful breakfast.
I had a pretty productive day, which made me happy. Emails were sent, payroll done, groceries bought.
(By the way, what's with these hilarious labels on products? Stayfree panty-liners claimed to have "Radience"! My vagina has never glowed when I've used them. I want my money back! And Yeast Busters' packaging has "Candida Trauma" written on it. Trauma? Hardly! Candida is just annoying!)
And yet, between keeping busy; eating with gusto; and musing about labels on products, I couldn't help but notice the snow falling outside. It was the first snowfall of the season, and it floated down slowly, prettily.
Inwardly I groaned, knowing full well that more snow would fall soon, and with it frigid temperatures. These conditions are not great for people in wheelchairs, such as myself.
Rob loved snow and the coldness of winter. I could almost see him on the balcony, trying to act all cool (pardon the pun), and yet child-like excitement emiting from him in waves. I can hear Rob saying he was impatient for the real snow to come and blanket the entire city in a beautiful velvety white.
I will always hate the freezzing temperatures of winter. The icy snow that impedes my ability to go to and from wherever I want, whenever I want. I dread the ugly periods of winter: the dirty slushy snow, and the long gloomy sunless days.
I will always hate winter; but I will also always love my dear, sweet Rob too ....
I miss you, Rob ... you old snow bunny, you!