have just finished packing up a small box of Santas and little ceramic houses from the table on the porch. A couple of days ago, I took down the raffia and bells and ornaments that formed a sway on the den door and put it in a firestarter box. This taking down of decorations is not particularly sad; I talk to them and wrap them in paper towels and gently put them in the box. They will be waiting for me there next year.

The nutcrackers will be moving into off-season quarters soon, billeted in another firestarter box, I suppose. Usually, I leave a couple out to watch over things until next year. Right now they are up there on the windows sashes with the wooden, flat black-spotted cow that stays there all year.

Christmas songs are still on the CD player in the corner; the Irish Tenors, if I remember correctly. I listened to John Denver and the Muppets a lot as well, especially When the River Meets the Sea.

I don’t know about this. Do you know what 42? is going to do here? Melt the snow and show the grungy yard around the house, not to mention the vestibule will no longer be the the Great Cooler between refrigerator cool and freezer solid. This may be a day for pictures that could inspire (shame) me into venturing out in little periods of time to actually pick up stuff. What I need is a snow melt, then a dry super cold windy spell where the dry leaves before the hurricane will fly . . . out of the yard.

I am not counting on this.

While a lot of people will be watching football today; maybe I will watch later. I don’t know. I just looked at the TV guide on Yahoo and see that The Far Country is on now, followed by Bend of the River. So, I am watching.

I like it out here on this porch with windows on three sides and overgrown shrubs outside them; it feels a little like a cabin, although I’d like a fireplace. I have a nice DVD fire and a little heater) but only one TV out here; maybe I should set up another one in a fake with some bricks around it and play the fire DVD on it. Hey, you laugh and sure it may be tacky but I’m not so sure it wouldn’t be soothing. Something to think about.

The Far Country is set in the Yukon Territory – gold prospecting with Jimmy Stewart and Walter Brennan. It looks rough and damp and not all that comfortable and probably is smelly – wet wool and all that, especially sweat. I don’t hanker to climb in the screen and be part of it. Now if they were filming inside a cozy warm cabin with lots of firewood and lots of food and some books to read. AmeliaJake, think this through . . . how long can you look at the fire, listen to the wind and be satisfied with feeling cozy? Really to get the most of it, you have to go outside and be cold to the bone and tired. I think this is beginning to sound like the old hit yourself over the head with rocks because it feels so good when you stop.

Still, I don’t know about this Indiana gig . . . Still, there is something about the sound of “The Far Country” and “Bend of the River.” Maybe it has a twang of tomorrow to it, a feeling of daily ruts all behind.