“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” 

As Bob Cratchit told Scrooge, “I am being my time.” I had PT this morning and in a sort time, Nala has a vet appointment. She needs a shot, a second shot of something, then I need to stop for dog food at Agway. Today is busy.

The early morning started out lovely and warm. Since then, the clouds have taken over, there is a wind, and it feels cold. It is now sweatshirt weather, just a few degrees warmer than winter coat weather. Oops, addendum: the sun is back as is the blue sky, but the wind is still with us. It is 52°.

We have begun uke practice for Christmas music. My new binder is full, and I have two other binders of songs we’re not using. I thought I knew all the Christmas songs but I hadn’t heard All I Want for Christmas is a Real Good Tan before this. I’d prefer wanting a hippopotamus, from an old song, to a tan. Our first Christmas concert is next week.

When I was in the fifth grade, I remember singing in the square. Back then, the square was filled with stores including a Woolworth’s and a Grant’s. Shoppers were everywhere. My classmates and I stood on a platform with our John Hancock book of carols in our hands. It had a church with stain glass windows and a sky filled with stars on the front. In fancy lettering it said, Christmas Carols. I remember singing my heart out and feeling so proud when the shoppers stopped to listen. I still have a copy of that book. I put it out every Christmas.

I can hear the chimes from my backyard. They have the sweetest sound. They are a gift from the wind.

I remember loving the walk to school on the windiest days. I’d hold my arms out and let the wind take me. My coat would billow like a sail. Sometimes my feet would move, but I’d get nowhere. The wind would hold me back. That’s when I laughed the most.

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4 Comments on ““A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ”

  1. Birgit Says:

    It’s November, I still ignore Christmas and I’m glad that our local stores don’t have any music streams at all. Well, I already bought an Advent calendar, that’s enough Christmas action for this month.
    Funny song title, I had to look up if ‘tan’ is really just tan and not also an other name for fir (German: Tanne). Yes, I would prefer a hippopotamus too though my bathtub is too small. Can I please just get some snowflakes for Christmas? Cold and gray and rainy here. No wind.

    • katry Says:

      I am amazed at how many houses already have their Christmas lights lit. Some are really beautiful. The only store I’ve been in lately is Agway where I bought food for the pets. They sell Christmas trees, wreaths and stuff so they have the feel of Christmas.

      I think the song is a strange one. No one had heard of it before this. I know people who would love to be getting a tan somewhere warm right about now. I would never be among them.

      I think I would have figured tan is for fir as in O Tannenbaum.

      Still windy here.

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    A beautiful clear day with a high temperature of 65°. It’s not feeling like the holidays. 🙂 I guess when you live in the southern hemisphere the holidays feel like summer. 🙂

    My daughter loves Christmas music. One radio station plays Christmas songs from Thanksgiving until Christmas. When we are in the car she wants to hear Christmas music. By Christmas day, I’m already tired of my favorite Christmas song, “The Christmas Sing”. It was written by that famous Jewish singer and song writer, Mel Torme. He wrote during a hot summer day in Los Angeles. He said he felt cooler writing a Christmas song.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I remember my first Christmas in Ghana. I was sitting outside wit a few friends under more stars than I knew existed. We realized our weather, our hot weather, was more like the weather in Bethlehem. I guess that means winter in New England is pretty but wrong. Your heat is closer.

      I am listening to Christmas music in my car. It started the day after Thanksgiving. I never tire of listening!

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