The Word Weaver
Deb Weaver ~ Communicating God's love, grace, & truth
"Tattling on Sunshine"
by The Word Weaver, Deb on February 9th, 2015

​Hubby and I moved across the nation from South Carolina to Wisconsin in November.  We now live in Green Bay—yes, that Green Bay

I love living in a town that pulls together behind one big thing.  It gives you an automatic sense of camaraderie and community.  You see someone wearing a Packer coat or shirt (just about every person you meet), and you smile thinking, “Hey!  New friend!  We both love the Packers!” 


(Hubby, a die-hard Lions’ fan—in truth, you have to be die-hard when you follow them—could probably do with less of the green and gold ferver; but I’ve been a Packer Backer for years, so we manage to cross this monumental marital divide!)  

It’s wonderful to live closer to extended family—frequent dinners together, shopping with my sister, playing with my great-niece and great-nephews, seeing their grins when I walk in the door—oh, all so wonderful!  We're discovering that life from an empty nest has its benefits.  Our neighborhood is lovely and chocked full of friendly dogs and their walkers.  Our house felt like home from the moment we moved in, and we love it here.

In case you’re wondering about the whole “Frozen Tundra” rumor, let me tell you that, yes, it’s truly cold.  However, I’ve learned that temperature is mostly relative.  You just adjust your attitude and outer gear.  In SC, if it was 50, I was cold.  Here, after being in the teens for several days, 30 degrees feels warm. 

Also on that note, if you’re going to move north in the midst of winter after being in the south for nearly 20 years, it’s good to do it when you start having hot flashes.  Hubby and I still fight over the thermostat, but we’ve reversed our positions on the dial.

Despite a good attitude and wonky hormones, cold can still be cold.  I’ve made a discovery today that I’d like to share.  May I be frank?
Sunshine lies. 

Through her teeth.

She appears bright, beautiful, warm, inviting. 

She grins and calls to me, “C’mon out to play!”

Hesitantly I peer outside.  “Are you sure?  I mean, it is February, and it has been pretty cold.”

“Absolutely!  Blue Sky and I are just hanging out.”  

She neglects to mention the menacing presence of another playmate. 

I step out of the shelter of home.  Wind barrels around the corner and stretches out to tag me, slicing through bone and marrow.  He is sharp and serrated.

My face instantly registers unbelief, then shock and awe.  My boots are frozen to the spot.  Blue Sky just shakes his cloudless head.

I recover from the momentary paralysis (which I assume resulted from the ice that had formed in my veins!) and dash back inside.

I can almost hear Sunshine’s chuckle as I glower at her from the window panes.

Defrosting my fingertips by the heater, I wonder anew if Sunshine and Lucy (of Peanuts’ fame) are somehow related.  Fooled again!  Aaughh!

I have got to remember that Sunshine lies.

 


Posted in My Funny Bone    Tagged with Humor, Sunshine, Winter, Green Bay, Tattling, Cold, Lions, Peanuts, Packers


2 Comments

Carrie LaLonde Cellan - February 17th, 2015 at 7:03 PM
I love it. welcome to the north.
The Word Weaver, Deb - February 18th, 2015 at 10:34 AM
:) Thanks, Carrie!
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