Something I was recently informed: The term turd burglar is not offensive, while the term Indian summer is offensive.
Well now I know. And now you do too.
So lasted weekend, while most people were outside enjoying a Native American summer, I decided to skip the 70 degree temperatures outside and stay indoors and with the windows open. I have a weird thing about open windows – they make me crazy productive. Emphasis on crazy.
I know my brain chemistry well enough by now to identify the correlation between brief surges of warm weather and brief surges of prolific industriousness. Working. Cleaning. Crafting. Cooking. Saturday I stayed up late felting flowers. Sunday I woke up at 3am and decided it would be a great time to rearrange furniture. And swap out the rugs. And wash the walls. And set up the pink Christmas tree. And color my hair. While making meatballs. Before 11am.
Why? Because I felt like it.
I realize feelings like this must seem bizarre to some people, but I’m now at a point in my life where I not only accept it – I embrace it. It feels so good to accomplish things. As long as I can keep my mind busy and my hands occupied, I’m happy. The hard part is when the weather changes and the cold crashes in…there will be a day or two of adjustment (like this morning) when it’s a struggle just to get up out of bed.
Ahhh, Winter. You have a cruel sense of humor.
Speaking of humor – my friend Ann sent me a set of reindeer flamingos. Let me repeat: Reindeer Flamingos. I suspected they were from her the second I saw them, but there wasn’t a note and my thing for flamingos isn’t exactly secret, so I called the factory to ask where they came from (plus, let’s be honest, I always wanted an excuse to call a flamingo factory). They were soooooooo nice. Turns out they even threw in some extra flamingo gear, including these swizzle sticks, which Lola promptly tried to eat. Since they were so nice and the factory is in the area, I am going to take a tour in a few weeks. Can you even imagine touring a flamingo factory? Oh man. I have visions of a How’s It Made video ala Sesame Street. Stay tuned!
PS: Just in case you were wondering, it's not too late to buy a Turkeymingo (scroll to the bottom). It has hints of both pilgrim and Native American flair. Way to be PC, Turkeymingo.