Monday, December 8, 2008

Jack Frost can’t keep ME down! LOL!

Again, apologies for my recent online absence - issues with the wireless, and time has been otherwise occupied... kids, house, among other things...

It's funny when doors open and close. On days like the past couple of days, when the weather is biting cold, and just touching the doorknob hurts your fingertips, you dread opening doors. You'll get a blast of bitter wind in your face, freezing every ounce of you (despite layer upon layer), and all too often, in weather like this, you choose to retreat back into the house. Getting the mail, picking up milk, or getting that thing out of the car just isn't worth it. You're better off curled up on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket, right?

But then, either because the demand is urgent, or the cold, winter winds blasts your door open, you're faced with the immediate need to get out there and, come hell or high water, "gitterdone". And then, you get to celebrate the warmth inside, not hide from the world in it.

Of course, once that door is open, you have to close it - either way - to keep yourself warm while you hide inside, or to keep the heat inside for when you return.

On several levels, I've done both in the past couple of months, nay, weeks - retreat from the cold, and face it. Open doors, and close them.

One front, particularly, has been rather trying, but I've learned a lot from doing it. They are open and closed doors that, for years, have needed to be sealed shut behind me as I open the next.

Closing doors, however, can be just as painful, especially when the winds are strong, and trying to force the door back open. And, when you know, that what's on the other side will, likely, no longer be there anymore. But you have to do it. Because, if it could blow away that easily, it wasn't there to stay.

Well, here's what I have to say on the matter. I'm sad, and relieved, that I'm closing one of these doors. And sealing it shut. And I'm even more relieved, and excited, about opening another - even in this bitter cold, and knowing there's quite some distance to cross in order to reach the final destination. (Of course, it's even better when I just have to open the door to welcome them inside).

That's about as close as I can get to being "specific" at the moment.

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