post secret

This week's postsecret postcards were hard to read.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm failing her for not commemorating her in the ways that others do for their own.

letter

dear slightly odd person.
I'm not sure if you're shy, or a serial killer. Please advise me as how to proceed.
thank you,
the bird blinder.

I can pencil you in for next year... maybe.

Dear December.

I'd really like a moment. One where I don't feel like I'm going to spew the contents of my stomach everywhere. One where I can catch my breath. One where I can see what needs to be done and get it done without abandoning something else.

Did I mention I'm moving in 30 days?

L.Bo

3rd time's a charm?

Dear December,

Maybe with the weather, the mail's not getting thru? Is that it? I'll look into that.

Ok, so this morning at 5:32 I woke up to the most awful of noises. December! I didn't know you could do that! I had to get out of bed to figure out what it was. Turns out, all that slushy snow was freezing. With each gust of wind the whole wet roof would contract, making creaking and groaning noises, cracking and sputtering. I honestly thought the roof was caving in. Which, then made me worry, because I didn't put away my laundry... or any of my papers this week... so my room isn't all the tidy- not a good thing if my roof is going to cave in and a handsome fireman has to sift thru the debris to find my lifeless body and breathe life back into me! On that note, I thought maybe I should get up and have a shower so I'd be presentable when they did find me.

I covered my ears and tried to get back to sleep, satisfied, that at least it wasn't freezing rain and I wouldn't have to admit to my boss I'd left the winter storm weather list at work.

At 7:30 the phone rang... my boss.
Activating the phone tree.
"We'll re-assess at 10:30, if the actual freezing rain hasn't started by then, we'll open at noon." She said. Mortified, I told her where the list was... she laughed, and I called the numbers she gave me. I got an answering machine for two of them... I'm just praying they were the right numbers.

Ok, so December... here's the real deal. I'm too excited having another paid day off, I can't get back to sleep!

wide awake, but exceptionally tired,
L.Bo

or maybe I have your address wrong?

Dear December,

I guess you didn't get my last letter? The one where I asked you nicely to hold off for awhile? Or maybe I just didn't explain myself clearly.

See, December, I'm not that interested in you this year (YET).
Oh, I love your blankets of snow, your frosty designs on my window. I even love the crispy feeling in my nostrils when I breathe you in. But... could you hold off just a little while longer?

There are some people saying we're in for the coldest winter in 15 years, that the temperatures are going to be like when I was growing up... if that's the case-GREAT! I'd love to relive that... but, your drifting snow.... um, could that wait for another two or three days? I'd like to get out and finish my shopping... and, well, I hate to admit it, but I've left my "storm closure" list at work. If you're going to blow in anyway, please wait till I've got a copy at home.
please?
I'll celebrate Decemberween if you do!
pretty please?

much love and hopefulness,
L.Bo

do I use the same postal code as for Santa?

Dear December,

I'm just not ready for you yet.

Do you think maybe we could rewind and go back a little further? Say, to October? I'd be ok with it being October.
See, December, I promised myself that I would get all my Christmas shopping done early, and... well, I started in October, and.. never got around to finishing. SO, really... I'd like a do over.
Plus, I don't think I'm ready to say I've seen 29 Christmases in my life...

Sincerely,
L.Bo