February 13, 2016
Hello, everyone! We’ve had a very, very cold day here in Toronto today. It was so cold that every breath hurt and the air almost peeled the skin on my face. I started understanding better the people I saw during the last few days going around town with masks on their mouths and noses. Going out with Rex meant we’d rush fast to the first tree and then he’d simply freeze with one paw in the air and big and pained eyes. That meant that I had to take him up and rush back inside. I didn’t feel like going out. I was getting tired only thinking of how many clothes I’d have to put on and that squashed any thought of leaving the house. I simply spent the time doing a little reading, a little work and, what I detest most of all, a little cleaning. I’ve been thinking a lot of my childhood days when during such days we would spend time next to the stove and say stories. I used to be good at weaving a good story and my grandparents were very proud I had good imagination. They weren’t so proud when such imagination led to problems with the neighbors, like when I invented the detective game and we’d trail the subjects of investigation all day long. I remember we settled on a married woman who seemed to have a lover – although, at the time, we really didn’t understand what was going on. However, our trailing her made her abandon her affairs for a while and she got extremely angry for being pushed into not seeing her lover and had a big row with our grandmother because she didn’t mind us properly so that she could see of her dalliances. Worse though, her yelling reached her husband ears and you could imagine the result was not a very happy one. But let’s forget about my childhood’s misdeeds! Some things worth remembering, others don’t. This one isn’t one I like to dwell on, even though it must be one of the things that had a certain part in creating the present “me”. It’s been a quiet day and being so quiet had a strange effect on me: I am extremely tired. It’s like I’d have done a lot of physical work when the most physical thing I’ve done was to sweep the floors and wash them, and that a few hours ago. Anyway, tomorrow, I have to work on the magazine again and I still have to fix some things, so I’d better say good night now and I’ll see you again tomorrow.
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Roxana
2/15/2016 11:15:29 pm
Thank you, Cory. I always try to keep warmth in my heart and winter can't change that.
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