'Yeah, right. It's in the fifties or sixties down there, right? Get a grip - wear a hoodie.'
Still, ...baby, it's cooold outside.
It's funny how quickly we adapt to our surroundings because, five years ago, a fifty to sixty degree day in the beginning of February would've been such a welcomed relief - a gift, really. But that was then - when we lived in the Northwestern Chicago suburbs where fifty degree weather in February is akin to the biblical parting of the Red Sea.
Anyhow, today, in Sunny Orlando, it's cooold. So today, I had plenty of ammo to legitimately delay the morning 'walking of the dog'. I told myself, as I pulled into our driveway at around 7:30 A.M. after having dropped off my daughter at school, that I should probably wait a bit to give Bear-bear his walk/run as it was really much too cooold to be outside . Later, I told myself, when the sun is completely up, I will walk Bear-bear and neither of us will freeze.
(For some reason, Bear-bear's puffy fur coat from the obvious Chow-chow portion of his DNA doesn't seem to be quite thick enough for me to recognize that more than likely, he isn't the slightest bit phased by the incredibly frigid temperatures.)
Still, it really was cooold and so instead of immediately grabbing his leash from the hook in the garage as I usually do after dropping off Sydney at school, I entered the laundry room, slipped off my shoes and headed for the coffeepot. Bear-bear shot me a look of what appeared to me as combined disbelief and disgust although I could possibly be reading too much into the look. Still, he was undeniably disappointed and of course, I immediately felt a little guilty.
As I stood there filling my cup with the encouragement that only hot coffee can provide on such chilly mornings, I heard these words in my head,
'When it gets a little warmer, later - I'll gladly walk Bear-bear and we won't freeze. Later will be better. Later, I will feel like walking him because the sun will be shining and even if it stays cooold, it's way better to walk in the cooold when it's sunny than walk in the cooold when it's still dark and half of my neighborhood is still sleeping.'
Now, I'm stopping right here because as I wrote these words and then took a break to drive my son to his school and found that it was still freezing out there and that it actually hadn't quite hit the fifty degree mark yet, I have to ask myself, will later ever come?
Once I started thinking about whether or not later will ever come - I thought about everything else that I put off until later or tomorrow, or someday... and that got me to thinking about a book that I read last year.
So, ...I'm going to go and look for the book that came to mind when I thought about 'someday' and after I do, I'll get back to this blog thought that I'm looking forward to sharing with you, ...later.
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