I live in a high rise building in Covington, Kentucky and from my window and over to my right, I can see Madison Avenue. Despite it being scary cold, I see people walking up and down the sidewalk. The cold doesn’t affect some people—they just go out and about and do their business as usual. I used to be like that. I’m not anymore.
I worked for a pharmaceutical company located in Pleasant Ridge (Cincinnati, Ohio) back in the late 1980’s. I had a boss who never, ever wore a winter coat. The weather could be freezing, there could be snow on the ground, and everything could be pure shit outside—it didn’t matter. No winter coat. His reasoning was that he was only going to be outside for a minute or less—to and from the car—so what was the point in wearing a heavy coat? I’m wondering with this current cold weather if he still feels the same way.
Sometimes in past winters and bad weather, I had to go outside to go get cigarettes. Now, I no longer smoke, I “vape.” You know this already. My son got me enough “vaping” supplies to last me probably until the end of next summer, so this is a bit of a comfort to me as I listen to the wind blow.
I like to eat soup when it’s cold outside and my cupboard is full.
I have a friend here in my apartment building who, like me, likes to read. He knocked on my door over the weekend and gave me a book. One time last summer, I told him I used to read Patricia Cornwell murder mystery novels but hadn’t read one in years. He gave me her “Cause of Death” novel. I started reading it yesterday—damn fine book. That got my mind off the scary cold weather.
The next novel I’m writing is set in the winter, so writing those words in the actual winter season makes more sense to me than writing them in the summer. This is keeping me busy too.
OK, enough rambling thoughts. I shall return here on Thursday when maybe the scary cold will be gone. Try to stay warm.
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