Flux

It rained for the first time the other day! Yay! It felt so nice. It felt like Summer was right around the corner.

Usually I'm not aching for Summer to come, as Winter is so very awesome, but this Winter was just so mild and blah I don't want to suffer through it anymore. There were no notable storms, only a single memorable bombardment with snow (which made me so happy!), it started late and it's ending early. It sucked this year. I kept waiting for Winter to happen but it never stayed long enough to count. Please Winter, come back next year. I really miss you.

Now that I have come to terms with the fact that the white season fell quite short this time around, I am positively shrivelling up inside at the thought of Spring--the very worst season of them all. I dislike Spring for a number of reasons: I don't know if I should dress for the coldness of the morning or the heat of the afternoon--which coat? Winter? Fall? Any coat at all? I have to tuck my pants into my socks because the bottoms get soaked and it's uncomfortable the rest of the day and every time I walk the dog, which is between three and five times a day, I have to dry off her underside, legs and feet which follows up with my having dirt all over me and Clara being in a bad mood (she hates being dried off). There are two pros to Spring most of the time: the thunderstorms and wearing my rubber boots. However, this year I discovered my rubber boots' redundancy: there are holes in both of them. It sucks. I need to get that fixed. So the only good thing I have left is thunder and lightning, those awe-inspiring, empowering spectacles of art God sends us.

In addition to all of this negativity in spring, there is another thing: it's so ugly! People speak about Spring as if it is this aesthetic wonder of nature, with colourful plants erupting from the tired earth in every direction, bringing joy and laughter to all the children who roll around in the meadow beneath the shade of a great Oak tree.

Not the case.

All around is brown--mud, puddles, dirt left on top of the once-peaceful snow, dirtied-up cars and dead grass underneath it all, as well as leaves not raked from two seasons ago. The trees aren't alive yet, the cats are still vomiting inside the house and most of the birds aren't home. The world is harried. Fall is a pretty transition, preparing gracefully for the coming madness, whereas Spring is an ugly one, reminding us of all the darkness anticipating discovery below.

Isn't it Glorious?

^ Written by the lovely Alex Mugford^

As January comes to a close, winter re-enters and makes Callie very happy.
It was majorly sucking before. All the snow had melted, you could go out in sweaters and the stupid Sun just kept blossoming from behind the clouds to take all the precious cold and whiteness from us. But no longer must we suffer through premature spring weather! A blizzard brought our rightful January climate back in a hurry and it continues to sprinkle us with beautiful flakes of snow. Heavenly.
The only downside about that being that it's really cold even inside, but I can lick it. I walked to the library with Mugs last night through -28 degrees and crazy wind just to return my stupid books, which were so overdue it cost me 21.50$. Sheesh. Anyway, the point is that I have been colder.
As you may have noticed in my facebook status, I went for a pedicure and a facial yesterday. It was AWESOME. My feet feel so good and my blemishes are practically gone. I'm going for another facial soon to finish up with my awful skin. I hate having combination skin. Do I use moisturiser or oil removing wipes? It sucks. Anyway, in the pedicure she put my feet in this purple hot wax stuff that moulded to my feet and felt so, so good. And I got my toes painted, of course. It was wonderful. I felt like a princess. I decided that if I ever have a daughter I'm going to send her for a pedicure and manicure for one of her birthdays and let her wear a tiara so she feels extra princessy.
Plus the lady who was doing it was so sweet! She was adorable. Kind of spacey. I liked her.
However, at one point during the facial I started feeling claustrophobic because she put this really warm, moist washcloth over my face (which felt awesome), which was fine in itself, but then she put the really bright light for looking at my skin right over my face and she had the steamer blowing steam at my nose and I was under about four blankets and her hands were covering my face too, so it was freaky. I dealt with it though. When the cloth started to cover my nose and mouth completely though I just reached up and said I couldn't breathe. Too scary.
Anyway, my skin felt and looked great. My nose was kind of swollen, but I felt great anyway. The foot wax makes me want a manicure so they can wax my hands too.
PS This lovely treatment was complements of my mother, who works in that spa. So thank you.

Moony Night

I like the way the Moonlight glows
At night when I am all alone
How it reflects off of the snow
And settles in my eyes

I hope that when I look at you
You see in me what I see in you
The light reflecting off the snow
From the Moon and into you

Then we can feed off each other
The light flowing from one to other
The night growing inside of me
And back to you, we're one another

The way your eyes appear so bright
They must be storing up Moonlight
I love staring into your eyes
Filled with colours of the night

When the light comes from the Moon
And bounces off the snow to you
I hope you think of me too
And know that I'll be with you soon

I like it when the Moonlight glows
At night when I am all alone
How it reflects off of the snow
And I can see your eyes