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A Little Spontaneity and a Bouquet of Tulips Bust Those Blahs
And today, dear musers, are ways you too might enjoy mid-winter pick me ups that carry you through ice storms, Covid, winter blahs.
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Susan Dromey Heeter is a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go au natural white. Writing has been her passion since her English majoring days at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. Dromey Heeter has lived in The Netherlands, Alaska and currently basks in all things New England, including the frigid winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is to bring back body surfing as most children have no idea how to ride waves without ridiculous boogie boards.
And today, dear musers, are ways you too might enjoy mid-winter pick me ups that carry you through ice storms, Covid, winter blahs.
Today I muse joyfully on some of the heartiest New Englanders who I witnessed at a Portsmouth snowball fight, an unofficial event after Saturday’s blizzard that brought young and old out to fling some snowballs, laugh under a blue sky on Market Square.
I muse joyfully on this frigid, frigid January day, on the ice so deep I can skate, on my flannel sheets, on blankets around the house, on the mittens and hats strewn around so the outside is cozy, is doable, is January.
New is such a fabulous, hopeful word – it’s NEW, it’s fresh, it’s not been used ever before.
Did I just eat someone’s leg? That is, dear musers, much more than a mishap, but literally a life choice – to live or die, to survive or not.
Are you a weirdo? Have you ever been referred to as one? Are your friends, acquaintances, neighbors weirdos?
Gifts for others is paramount this time of year, but as I reflect upon the past twelve months, I think of those moments where I filled my own tank with gas thereupon making it far easier to be just a little kinder, a little more patient, a little bit of a better me.
But then, as I waited to pay, I came eye to eye with the Carrot Cake, the cake so beautiful, so gloriously displayed, I bought it. And, dear musers, there was no occasion, no celebration, no fanfare. It was simply a rainy Thursday in early December: a delicious and perfect day to cake.
Today I muse joyfully that those teachers will sit down at a Thanksgiving meal knowing they are working incredibly hard, in incredibly challenging times, in moments that try the souls of even the heartiest and most learned of people.