Day 91; Footnotes of Feeling Cold

Mother Nature thinks she’s funny.  “Hey, its Spring, April Fools.”

I have been cold all day. I’m even dressed in layers. Thermal shirt, sweat shirt and zip up hoodie as well and my jeans and thermal socks.  Its supposed to be twenty-eight degrees Fahrenheit tonight and twenty-nine tomorrow night. Mom reminded me that we always have one last cold snap right before Easter. Maybe, hopefully, this will be the last and we can get on with the being warm.

 I need to go out back and check the level of propane in the tank, but instead of doing that, I built a fire in the wood stove. Its taken a while, but the house is finally feeling warm. I carried in several arm loads of wood so that I could make sure that it didn’t go out and that I would have some for early in the morning. My son never said a word when he came in. Of course he had ridden his motorcycle back to work after lunch and by the time he came in after six, he was feeling the drop in temperature. Especially since he  wasn’t wearing a jacket. 

I did get him to help me bring in the box that is holding the young vegetable plants for my garden. My mother had already warned me twice about the cold and asked if I was really sure they would be okay in the carport? So we brought them inside.  They all still look good. I need to find a way to water them though before they stop looking good. At some point, my nephew sent me a text message that he had gotten my garden area tilled and the weeds around it cleared away. When he does something, one thing is for sure, he doesn’t do it half way. Oh, and if anyone ever sends me a text message, be patient with me, I’ll see it eventually. My phone makes so many notification noises I ignore most of them.


 I’ll probably add an extra blanket to my bed tonight. While the fire will help keep the house from getting too cold, the way the house is designed, the heat doesn’t do corners well, so my bedroom will not feel too much of the heat. But, that is okay, I really don’t want to be too warm. A blanket I can kick off, an overly warm room is another story.  I was searching for something today and opened a drawer to my other desk. Right on top of the collection of memory cards, a small stapler and other odd pieces, lay my wedding rings.

The inexpensive set that I had picked out for our twentieth anniversary. He kept asking me if I were sure, and I was. The rings are only a symbol, not a gauge of the depth or breadth of love. I’m reasonably sure that the first set didn’t even cost a hundred dollars. Seeing those rings, brought a bit of a chill, a touch- just a touch, of sadness. A reminder. But it isn’t as it once was.


 The momentary chill quickly dissipated. Instead, as I looked at the rings, I remembered. I remembered the feeling of him sliding them onto my finger. As I looked up at the photo of him, that is taped to the side of this desk, I smiled. I remembered the day we were down at the lake and I took that photo. Later, when I call it a night and pull back the cover, extra blanket of not, I’ll remember snuggling close. The cold chill of missing, replaced by the warm memory of love.

It doesn’t take much, for one to feel cold. When the temperature drops, those days when it is misty, dreary, rainy. When someone thinks the air conditioning is supposed to be set at a level that would freeze hot coffee. When one is ignored by others. When one is missing someone and it feels as if their heart is going to break.But love does have a way, and it will win out. Even, when you are feeling the coldest of cold.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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5 Responses to Day 91; Footnotes of Feeling Cold

  1. leendadll says:

    Mother Nature is playing the opposite game here… heat wave. It’s almost midnight and I’m nekkid on top of the covers, with my bedroom door and kitchen windows open!

  2. tpoyblog says:

    Beautiful post ❤️

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