If A Christmas Tree Fell On A Beach…

A trio o’ palm tree Ties o’ the Day express my current weather sentiments. I woke up to 4 inches of snow this morning and I immediately yearned to head south to beachier climes. This winter has been relatively warm and considerably free of snow and ice so far. Its mildness has spoiled me. It’s been downright unseasonable, which suits me just fine.

Honestly, the first thing I thought when I spied the thick layer of snow on the lawn was POOR SKITTER. Her pencil-thin legs will have to walk in the burr-cold snow. At least she has a coat and hat. But what if her butt hits the freezing snow while she’s trying to pee? And what if it’s super-freezing enough that her butt sticks to the packed snow– like tongue-to-flagpole in A CHRISTMAS STORY? That would be horrible for Skitter and her butt. Peeing in the winter would be one more thing she is afraid of.

And what was the second thing I thought while looking at the white yard? I thought: I am so happy that we live in a development with a Home Owners Association in charge of dealing with our snow, so we never have to touch a snow shovel or snow blower again. I have shoveled enough snow for myself and for my neighbors wherever I lived over the decades that I am completely content with sitting in the recliner and watching other people do the job. I don’t feel one bit guilty about watching it. But I feel guilty about not feeling guilty.

HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 30 Bow ties. 77 Neckties.

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