That elephant out there is shivering as well.

I really would like to have something to say other than remark on the deep snow that has been outside since FOREVER, but this morning I opened the door for Shane and felt the frigid air pour in and saw the landscape . . . AND I CRACKED.

Yes, I who have been saying to people that Well, it’s winter have – how do you say in English?- had enough.

Maybe I should wait awhile before writing anything else.

Well, that title about sums up this post, other than to point out this is just one of her canes and only a picture of the top of it at that.

It snowed; it got really cold. However, we have not gone to Daylight Savings Time yet so it was daylight outside and schools did not delay. Now soon, I think next Sunday, we will do the deed and everyone’s circadian well-being will be given a jolt. At least everyone who has reached the point in the year when going out of the house to the car is something you don’t need to do in the early morning dark. Your spirits are lifted, but next week comes the whack up the side of the head and you’re back in the grogginess of It’s always darkest before the dawn.

This happens because we are so incredibly far west in the Eastern Time Zone and the Standard/Daylight Savings adjustment was moved up by about three weeks a few years ago. I miss the days when we were on Standard Time year round and in the summer months – in an area close to Michigan and Ohio – talked of Fast Time and Slow Time.

Oh, by the way, the snow is still knee-high out the backdoor. Sheeesh.

Today Summer is to make a film for Spanish class and I have been informed I have to feed her some lines in Spanish as cues for what she is to say. What? At first I had it palmed off on Der Bingle but he didn’t come because of the weather – this time Fairborn is getting it worse than we are . . . and it ain’t good here.

I don’t do spoken foreign languages well and am dreading it. However, Alison is on call at the hospital and when Summer gets up I am going to try and get her determined* to have her mother be the vocal participant in this little entry for Cannes.

*Summer determined is a force to be dealt with. But then, a couple of times, Alison has looked at Summer, shaken her head and said in an exasperated tone, “You and your grandma.”

Gee, it really takes the burrowing in, resting aspect of winter away when you have to shovel snow and knock firewood loose from the frozen, snow-covered pile. But, then, I’m happy to be able to do it – although I have been filling my daydreams with ways to have logs automatically delivered to my hearth.

I need minions.