That's My Bix!

Suddenly, our climate has gone from ice storm to a perfect 72 degrees.

You’ve just got to love Wisconsin some days. Just got to love it.

Last night, I slept in a sea of high-grade cotton, my thin summer camisole and boxers, soft as the flower petals the color was named for, a carnation in a sea of prom crinoline. I dreamt that I was sitting on the dock of the summer camp I used to go to, used to work for in college. Sometimes, when the day before was oppressively warm, the lake would have swirling eddies of fog just above the surface. I dream that I was sitting in the cool dusk or possibly dawn air, my feet breaking the surface, my toes longing to be tadpoles and wiggle in the murky velvet. And then Robert Downy Jr. danced across the surface, like Jesus walking a the boat filled with apostles. And he was tangoing with Marilyn Monroe. They were dressed exquisitely, looking only as though they were dancing upon a stage filled with puddles and not a deep lake. Robert dipped Marilyn and she giggled then twirled off into the morning or was it evening mist. He’s such a charmer, that Robert Downey Jr.

The weather is perfect outside. This is the weather when you want to ignore technology, ignore the phone, the television, the radio discussing possible locations of bad people and telling you about how many other people have died, ignore all of those things that steal our minutes, our hours, distract us from the simple task of living our lives. You want to just walk barefoot out to the porch of a wooden farmhouse with a glass of ice tea in your hand and a cushioned wicker chaise waiting for you, your favorite book face down, roosting its pages in the spot you left it. You just want to stop for just a second and watch the bees hovering above the honeysuckle and think about making a blueberry cobbler for dinner to use up the rest of last year’s blueberries, since there will be more to come, oh yes, more to decorate the pantry shelves with row upon row of glittery Mason jar jewels. And it would be not too hot and not too cold and not too humid and not too bright and your feet would feel like pirouetting across the creaky painted slates and you think to yourself that the next time you can be bothered to get off that chaise, you might just do that. You just might.

Life is full of such extraordinary things. It’s Monday, but it’s also a day. It’s spring! SPRING! Enjoy yourself. At the risk of sounding like a really trite country song, never be afraid to dance.

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