In Search of the Cave

The holidays are over, most of the trimmings put away. I say most because it’s so cold out, I can’t make myself go out to the garage to put the rest there. It’s hiding in a corner for now. When the rain comes back, so will the warm. Then the rest will go down.

I have noticed this week that I don’t want to do ANYTHING! I’ve straightened out the sewing room but can’t make myself work. My last trip to the market, I brought home a notebook and a package of those plastic sleeves to put my appliance manuals of every type in, so I no longer have to hunt for them. I also brought home a package of dots. I am using them to organize my books; red for those read, green for those waiting to be read and orange for reference. I have an extensive library and it’s literally a lending library. Everyone that comes by sees something they want to read and borrow. I will never be a person without a lot of books. There may be an empty fridge, and my clothes closet has plenty of room and most of my clothes are 15-20 years old. I have my priorities… and a spreadsheet. I have apologized to my children because that’s what they will inherit. They also have the same book gene.

The weeks after the holidays often leave me feeling a little bear-like. I think I know now why a bear hibernates. It’s cold outside. The electric heater is struggling to keep even the living room warm. I don’t heat the bedrooms. I really want to sit in my bed with the down comforter and snuggle in with a good book till spring. It’s cold and cave-like. I feel so guilty with so much sewing waiting for me. I didn’t even want to write my blog this week. The brain is in hibernation as well.  So, how long can I get away with this kind of behavior? Does anyone else feel like crawling into their cave and hibernating? I wonder if bears take a book into their cave.

Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so. ~Stanley Crawford

From my heart to yours,
Marlene Herself