The weather outside is frightful

That’s where the Christmas songs end. It’s wind advisories, rain and grayness today. I believe we are having the NYC version of a tropical storm, which is somewhat toned down from the thing our neighbors to the south have been dealing with, but eww anyway. I am thinking that today is a fine one for staying at home. That typed, I just know that when anything is needed outside, it will be me sent out to fetch it. Because in this household, that’s the way it is. I also know that there is bound to be something or other needed from Out There. I wonder when (and if) we will have mail delivered today. I know all about the U.S. Postal Service’s motto statement, but often enough that just doesn’t seem to extend all the way to this little corner of the country. Our long-time regular mail dude has been working for many years, which means that if he sneezes he can take time off. The other mail carriers working in our local post office seem to find delivering mail to our complex … well, confusing. They come around in the later part of the afternoon. Tons of things wind up on the ledge in front of our bank of mail slots, having been delivered incorrectly. And if the wind is blowing strong, well, I don’t know what will happen then.
Not that I am anxiously awaiting any mail. I got a lovely card yesterday from a new friend. It has lots of very pretty images, and two bits of text. On the front, it has “a declaration of independence”; inside it says “LOSE THE BAD. KEEP THE GOOD.” Otherwise, it has pictures of beautiful things and stickers. It is heartwarming and filled with nature. It’s neat that my friend does things like this, as it’s something I have been thinking of doing myself, making my own greeting cards instead of buying boxes of them. She is inspiring me to start doing just that. She is an expert envelope decorator too; that was similarly decked out. Most nifty.
Okay, so I’m no swan, which means I am ungraceful and don’t keep things simple, although of course I do remind myself to keep things as simple as I can manage, being a recovering drunk and all. I won’t attack anyone, though, and am not in general nasty tempered, so not being a swan is okay with me. I shall admire them from a respectful distance; they surely are exquisite creatures. My friend Jojo once told me that all the swans in the United Kingdom are the property of the queen there. Well! I am guessing that is a good thing for the swans, as they fall under her protection. Like her corgis. Or something.
I whittered on the theme of the sign in the previous entry last night. I am not going to post it here now. I might at some other time. I expect that things are headed in the right direction. We all have pasts, and we all have reactions, and we all have tasks that require our attention, and we all have tender hearts and souls.
And in this country, we have a three-day weekend.