Slow Learner

Well, it happened sometime between Tuesday and Wednesday, Fall showed up. The temperatures dropped into the 30′s, 40′s, and if we’re really lucky – hate that word by the way… try never to use it, I don’t believe in luck good or bad, there I’ve said it, feels good to get that off my chest – we may even see the 50′s today. And as is always the case, the sun is GONE! From now until May or June I can only hope that the cloud-covered sky will be filled with white clouds and not gray ones.

So yes, I am quite angry about the whole thing.

Well, maybe angry isn’t the right word. Sad, melancholy, hangingmyheadinutterdesperationasthetearsrolldownmyface, are probably a better way to describe me. Oh, and bundled up in a blanket with the heat turned on in the house to 70 degrees. I am very thankful for heat. You may not hear it in my post but I am. Thank you Lord for heat.

I know I complain about the cold an awful lot. You think you have it bad? Can you imagine what my family has to listen to? I really wish it didn’t effect me like it does. I loved living in California, if only for this reason, the weather was never an issue. In the summer, the days were hot – read beautiful – and the nights were usually cool. In the winter, there was a chill in the air in the morning so dressing in layers was necessary. As the day progressed the layers were shed. The most important thing was that the sun, my sweet friend the sun, shone brightly every.single.day! Well, wait. Except during that one week of rain we’d get in January. So I guess it wasn’t as perfect as I like to remember. Ahem.

As I watched the news last night I saw a Bahamian man being interviewed. My mind began to wonder, what kind of living could we make in the Bahamas? Could hubs still sell cars? Boats? Bicycles? This thought runs right along the same lines as Niko’s thoughts lately. My oldest son is deeply entrenched in the filling out of college applications. He’s always talked of becoming an engineer. As of late, talk of living in hut on a beach and surfing all day has been flowing freely from his lips. Could he have a bit of his mama’s sickness? How much money does a beginner make from surfing? Nothing? How sad! Does anyone know if there is a corner somewhere in the Bahamas that is in need of, oh I don’t know, say a new lemonade/slushie kiosk or possibly a paid karaoke singer? We’re both highly qualified for those jobs. Oh and I can clean toilets but don’t tell my hubby, it’s not something he is aware of.

I highly romanticize the life on any island, Gilligan’s, Swiss Family Robinson’s. I’d even consider trading places with Tom Hanks and his good friend Wilson. Sun, heat, palm trees, and coconuts it all looks great to me. I know, I have issues. Oh, and how would I blog?

Is there a life you romanticize? Little House on the Prairie anyone?

Some days that’s just how it goes. Any life is better than the one I’m living. I hate when that feeling creeps up on me. It starts with a little complaint here and another there. Suddenly nothing in my life is good enough and God has obviously forgotten I exist. It’s my fault and I know it. I need to spend extra time in His Word whenever the weather changes like this. I need to get off the computer and soak in some God love. So that’s what I’m going to do right now.

Do you think He’s kept me in Wisconsin for so many years for this very reason?

Ughh. When will I learn?