Stubborn nature

Today when I went outside, no one was walking. I'm sure it was because it was -35'C. It was only my own stubborn nature that forced me out. I am very stubborn. Everyone wants me to work. I want to write. I think there is a way out of the conflict between work and writing requirements and it is this - work for a bit and write for a bit. Compromise.

The Christmas lights were welcome illumination on the streets which were glazed with ice and slippery. I saw the entire repertoire of lighting possible from garish multicolored strings to plain green lights on plain green fir trees. I saw Christmas Santas, reindeer in lights, stars in lights, candy canes, Christmas snowmen (Frosty?) and various other permutations of ornaments outside people's homes. Finally, there was a few homes where the massive triplet fir trees were decorated in either a white glow of lights or in a reddish supernatural glare of lighting. I wondered how they managed to get the lights up on these massive pyramids. They must have had professionals put up the lights on these skyscraper firs.

I'm still cold from the walk. I have my hands curled over the keyboard in some sort of frozen agony. I feel the winter crawling into my knees from the windows. I have the gas fireplace roaring down stairs but I regret not having a gas fireplace upstairs where we are all slightly frigid right now. Maybe it is time for a hot cuppa. Tea. That is.

I was supposed to stop writing practice and read to younger boy but he is absorbed utterly in his movie making venture and I am utterly relaxed after the walk and ready to fall into a curve over the keyboard right now and so I've lef the reading for later so that I can ramble on and on here. Every computer in our house is occupied. Older boy is supposed to study for a science test but instead is sitting like a tombstone in front of YouTube. I'm not that different. I'm listening to Leonard Cohen as well on YouTube. And younger boy is playing his movie on the computer he is in front of. Hubby? I think he is in the basement - in front of his computer. He was here on the bedroom computer but I needed it and evicted him.

You must have a stubborn nature to be anyone in this world. If you are not stubborn and be determined to stay yourself, the world will erase you as surely as the bees make honey. If you do not fight every day to retain your essential fingerprint on the glass of our daily life, you will be wiped out. Fight. Become stubborn if you are not. You will be rewarded.