I am a bitter old woman. I don't think there is any way around admitting that. I'm very bitter.
At the moment, my bitterness is twofold.
First, a BIIIIIIIIIIGGGGG (!!!!) winter storm is supposed to be attacking Ontario and Quebec today. Loads of heavy snow. Blizzards. Whiteouts! Snow Squalls!!
Except in my area, where warm air is causing not snow, but rain.
WHY IS IT RAINING?!?! Christmas is in 2 weeks less a day. I feel I have been more than patient with the weather. Tomorrow, we've been warned to expect an arctic blast. So we will get plenty of ice when all this rain freezes. I feel more strongly than ever that I'm being seriously ripped off this winter. Just like last winter.
I think I need to move back to Newfoundland. I do love a good heavy snow. Honestly. I even like shovelling. I'm really, really weird that way.
On top of this, I got a very exciting delivery yesterday. My husband ordered me the double treadle kit for my Ashford Traditional spinning wheel. It's a Christmas present. I knew it would come before Christmas, though. So I was hoping to be able to put it to some use before December 25.
Apparently not. Apparently being a Christmas gift means that it must stay under the Christmas tree until December 25. Does H not know me AT ALL?? It sits there, pristine in it's Canada Post box. Staring at me! I gaze longingly at it, knowing it's there, unable to touch it at all.
Who knew that seeing your gift under the tree could be so effective in creating that childlike anticipation of Christmas morning. ...If I make it till Christmas morning, that is.