In the past we'd escape to aqua blue waters for hot sunshine to tan while cold wicked winds blew from the north east.
Inside the open sliding glass doors wearing black running shorts, an old UGA tee shirt my bare feet dangle from kitchen table.
"Goddess," I say to our dog curled up on the tile floor, "this is the way winter should be."
I hate winter!
As a sometimes Christian in the real sense of the word, I don't mind paying the Devil his due ... this hasn't been a bad winter.
Some bitter cold days caused me to cuss everything and everybody around but, truth be told, it's been pretty mild. I've come nowhere close to the bar of vulgarities previously set.
Temperatures are ranging from barely 80 to almost 40 but I take more outdoor showers than not in the mornings and that's the true barometer to judge a cold day.
That being said, I'd still rather to be in Key West, Orient Bay SXM or Porto Buelo, Panama.
I'm out of sorts with the world these days.
Perhaps it's the world that's out of sorts with me.
Either way's fine.
The world's gone crazy and I just got back from spending decades trying to save it.
What keeps me sane these days is my wife, our three-and-a-half month old baby girl and ... I don't know ... the things I believe in ... a loving God who's got plans ... peace, love and rock-and-roll.
Mostly, I hear of an angry, pissed off, discriminatory God these days whom I've got no use for and certainly who's got no use for me.
So it's with great Thanksgiving the days are comfortably warm enough for Baby Che and me to sit on the Back deck basking in a blazing sun looking like the eye of God, leaving our bodies transfigured from white to brown.
If you mix red and yellow with black and white I figure you end up with a bronze, rested, happy content person with a smokin' wife, beautiful baby, lots of friends who play good music, drink beer and cook out at the Beach.
Precious Stuff!
Obviously I'm not there yet but I'm working on it.
A tan in the middle of winter is obviously a good start.
I figure it's why my Loving God's warming things up in the middle of such cold times such as these while the pissed off Deity's dominating the nightly News, Internet, religious services, political meetings and music not performed live.
The world can sort itself out.
I'm gonna sit in the sun listening to Che laugh, wait for Sarah so we can sort out the plan that unexpectedly led us to here and leave all that dark stuff inside.
