When it’s sunny, it makes me skip dinner and have a jamba juice instead. It makes me want to go house hunting. It suddenly piques my interest in all-things-grilled. I want to whiten my teeth so they glow when I get tan. I want to wear perfume and long necklaces and no coat. I want to blow dry my hair straight so I can feel my long locks on my bare, coat-less, sweatshirt-less arms. It all feels so good.
Two days ago, it was warm and sunny. I opened the windows in our house. I cleaned until things squeaked. Greta and I went outside. We met Chris for lunch. When the weather is warm, I get the urge to exercise and highlight my hair a la Penelope Cruz or my awkward self circa 2006.
This morning, the warmth and sun were nowhere to be seen. We woke up to inches of snow and it is still falling. Meh. Instead of my dreamy summer’s breakfast–an egg white omelette with spinach and tomatoes–I had oatmeal. And it exploded everywhere in my squeaky-clean microwave. Why does that ALWAYS happen? Today, I am still in my sweats. I haven’t showered or blow-dried my hair. Our sushi lunch plans have been canceled because I get nervous about driving in these conditions. The grill is hidden under a blanket of its enemy. All I want is carbs and my own blanket–the warm and fuzzy kind. It makes me want to stay in and play a board game.
…..But we’re still going house-hunting. After a lot of prayer and thought, it starts again.