COLD!

I’m a cold pussy. I absolutely hate being cold, so on the dog walk yesterday I wore my polar down jacket. It’s made for hikers idiots who sleep outdoors in a hammock. I can imagine the headlines in this week’s paper: Sleeping Bag Seen Walking in Elder Cedars.

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I finished watching the four-part mini series called Retribution  on Netflix. It’s a fabulous cast of British actors telling a great murder mystery story with lots of twists and turns. I loved it. And of course, I got another good hit of Alice Munro.

I also went shopping after the dog-walking group, did some baking, laundry and, of course, kept up the fire. The cookies I baked were amazing. And so they should be! I make a batch every two weeks and always the same kind. Yesterday, when I opened the oven to remove the first badge, the smell was incredible.

I was instantly a kid again, smelling Aunt Audrey’s baking. I could see her apron and wide hips, her gorgeous grey hair and the first smile to reach all the way inside my heart. I could hear her soothing motherly voice sharing her excitement about the magic of baking. She was my best friend.

Thank God for my exquisite sense of smell and wonderful memories!

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Anne with an E  has deliciously sappy, first-rate Canadian entertainment. As gawd-awfully sentimental as it was, I loved it. I particularly loved seeing R. H. Thompson, Amybeth McNulty, Geraldine James and Corrine Koslo each episode. But it’s been cancelled and I’m pissed. 

I feel sexism is at work. Anne  has a distinctly feminine, feminist and inclusive liberal plot and I find the medium of television far, far  too male. There’s too much macho violence in crime dramas and way too much sports. There’s too little of intellectual and cultural merit; there’s too little programming for thinkers.

Anne  is a great show advancing a healthy morality—without any Christian/biblical babble. I’m thrilled to hear there’s social media campaign underway to save it. I signed an onine petition. Other shows have been saved; I really hope this one is!

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My emotional fog lifted. When the sun shines, it’s impossible for me to feel anything negative at all. The wondrous uplifting smell of fresh baking, yesterday, didn’t hurt either.

It’s -5° this morning. I will not stay long outdoors, even with my polar fleece. And for the first time since I’ve lived here, I am using my curtains on all my large windows (except the one where I work and through which I watch my avian friends). I reckon it helps keep my home warmer at nights and during the mornings. I open them for light once the place is heated.