Cold night…. Monday.
Grabbed the afghan that my sister Margie had made for me.
A beautiful, cream colored, knitted masterpiece.
What a cozy, dreamy sleep I had.
Reluctantly got up at 5am, to face the world, in my drafty little house.
Checked the temperature outside: 7 degrees.
“Remember”, I said to myself, “You love the 4 seasons.”
Rummaged through my closet to find the bear.
“Hello Bear! It’s time to come out of hibernation and brave the elements.”
At 7am, Bear and I ventured down the driveway, to take out the trash.
A luxury, that’s what Bear is: A long fur coat with a hood.
A wonderful gift from Jacy a few years ago.
There isn’t a blizzard nor a N’Easter that can phase the Bear.
The only drawback, of course, is wearing it during bear hunting season.
Tonight it is even colder.
The Bear and I stopped for a quick night cap on the way home from work.
Naturally, shots rang out.
Oh, wait. Not those kind of shots.
Needless to say, we survived.
Home at last. 5 degrees.
I reluctantly shed the Bear, and got in my jammies.
Yes, Puff Daddy is curled up in the Bear.
Puff Daddy, the cat, with a hole in her heart, thrown out of a car, in a plastic bag, years ago, and rescued by Jimmy. He saved her life and brought her home as a gift to me.
I just might bring Puff and the Bear to bed tonight, along with Margie’s afghan.
The 4th season: Not usually my favorite, but tonight, when the weather outside is downright brutal, I am thankful for my cat, my bear and my afghan, all of which were given to me, as gifts.
And, I might add, my 3 favorite gifts of all time.