Remember that old Foghorn Leghorn Cartoon, where he sought out the old widow hen to be his bride during the cold months? From November 1, until the first big chill/snow, I often become consumed with the desire to have a wintertime companion. I go shopping at Sexy Mart (aka Whole Foods), I go to the sexy mall (Montgomery), and I occasionally get a baby sitter for a me day. Up until very recently (I’m not going there today), it had a 75% rate of return. But why the compulsion?
Autumn and winter inspire togetherness. I don’t just mean the nationally accepted traditions that come with Thanksgiving, Christmas and the New Year. I’m also referring to the things we do on a regular day, because it’s too cold to go out. Gathering around fires and watching movies, the smell of hot cocoa and egg nog, stews and chowders! These are all great things. An old friend of mine, one blustery day on a trip to Starbucks, talked about how much she enjoyed “the holding of the cup” on trips to the coffee shop with friends. That’s the good things about the colder months that just make you want to be surrounded by the people that count.
Of course, with all these great traditions, I eventually realize that having a Mr. Somebody isn’t THAT crucial to enjoying a great winter (and I’ve got a feeling that I’m in for a really great winter), but that won’t stop me from trying.
