Coventry

Waking to a Winter Wonderland

Alarm goes off, are you listening?

In the yard, the snow is glistening.

A horrible sight

We'll shovel till night.

Waking to a winter wonderland.

Gone away are the new birds

Here to stay is there no bird?

No chirping spring songs

As we plough along

Waking to a winter wonderland.

At the Meadow's we can build a snowman

Then pretend that he's the one to blame

He'll say, Do you like it? We'll say, No man,

You can clear my walks - that's not my game.

Later on we'll conspire

As we shiver by the fire

Then we'll sit and we'll pray

For the price that we pay

For waking to a winter wonderland.

At the Meadow's we can build a snowman

Pretend that he's the one who covered the brown

We'll have lots of fun with Mr Snowman

Then we'll kick his *** and bring him down.

Snow in spring, it's not thrilling

I hate it when my garden's chilling

Send it away

You can take it today

After waking to a winter wonderland.

*Note: This is a re-arrangement of the old Christmas/seasonal song, Walking in a Winter Wonderland, by Felix Bernard (1897-1944)

Of Shoes and Ships...

I have the urge to do a post, yet I have no particular idea in mind. I am sitting here at my desk after work, with thoughts chasing themselves about my head. Gene is stoking the fire in the fireplace, Bob is playing a video game and I am enjoying my wonderful new office space and having a bit of time to relax at the end of the day. The sun is setting and a cool breeze is goosebumpling my arms as it passes through my window along its journey from the snowy peaks. The grass on the lawn is poking its green shoots between last year's leaf-fall - much to the pleasure of the local deer population. The robins are warbling their lovesongs from the tree branches and the buds are swelling on the Maydays - soon to be a welcome source of shade as the days grow longer. Although the weekend weather was sunny and hot, it rained most of the day yesterday and snowed today. So, if you don't like the weather around here, wait ten minutes - it'll change. I am putting off making supper. Bobby is down with a fever and strep throat - might as well get it all over at once, that boy - so he's not hungry, but still drinking plenty of fluids. I don't know where Gene is now. The sun is streaming into the room and it's really quite nice. I am relatively happy where I am, but it's taking a bit of time getting used to living in such large quarters. I find it a challenge not being able to have everything within arm's reach - such as tissues, my glasses, a book, supper... The TV is on and Grissom is wondering who's cougar that is in the vehicle they found abandoned - oh, for Pete's sake, just take a swab and check the DNA. I found Gene in the shower. By accident. Must send him to the store, as we need veggies - for the supper I haven't cooked yet. As for the photo, it depicts my dismal ski record for the season, but I really WAS having fun when the photo was taken. It snowed plenty at the hill , so at the very least, the days we did go skiing were in lots of butt-kickin' powder. Last year I skied sixty days - this season I skied six...

In the end, we roll with the punches and do the best we can.