It is only 19 hours into the new year and already I am struggling to think of something to write about. I hope this is not a harbinger of how things are going to be in 2018. So I’ll just start off with a ramble because it’s a
cheap trick effective method for coming up with a topic to write about.
Weather … ‘Tis Colder in the Mind to Suffer
First I’ll talk about the weather. Regular readers of this blog will be quite familiar with how much I complain about the oppressive heat here and how we really only have two forms of weather here: (a) hot and (b) scary.
But once in awhile Mother Nature will toss us a curve ball … that has spikes on it … and explodes. This time she has tossed us some extreme cold. Now, I realize that compared to everyone north of us, this is just typical winter weather. It might even be laughably mild to someone in, say, International Falls, Minnesota. But to us Dallasites, when the temperature gets down into the teens (~ -8 C), it is like the apocalypse. It is even worse if it gets down that low and stays there for more than a few hours. This time she has sent us temps in the teens and 20s and she has left it there for several days. For your typical Dallasite, it feels like the end times.
It is so bad that I had to dig out a winter coat that I almost donated to the Salvation Army a few months ago because I have not needed it for about 4 or 5 years and thought I never would again. But I’m wearing it now! It is getting a good workout, along with gloves, scarves, and a toque. And if you think the weather is frosty, try wearing a Green Bay Packers toque down here in the heart of Dallas Cowboys territory. I have been teased mercilessly. But I don’t care. I would wear a Pretty Pretty Pony toque in this weather if it was all I had.
To Diet, To Sleep — Perchance to Dream
Now that the holidays are over, I can return to my normal sleeping and eating patterns.
It is a pretty common topic here in Blogville to discuss post-holiday dieting. Don’t worry. I’m not about to resolve to go on a diet. I’m not going to give you my recipe for tofu fritters or grilled breast of hummingbird.
No, I don’t think it counts as a diet if I just go back to eating normal amounts of food. Over the holidays it was not uncommon to eat three meals a day of about 2,500 calories apiece … and to spend the time between meals gorging on chocolates, cakes, pies, etc. Is it sad that I am actually looking forward to scaling back to a mere 2,000 calories a day? My body will thank me. My clothes will thank me. I will thank me.
The grocery store, on the other hand, may go into mourning and send me a polite inquiry, asking me if all is well in the Biff household.
Ay, There’s the Nub
So there you have it. The perfect cure for writer’s block is just to start typing and hope something comes to you. What dreams may come? You never know until you start writing and see what your brain is capable of thinking up.