Blame it on global warming—the volatile changes in temperature. Saturday was sunny and warm. It was the tenth anniversary/protest of prisoners brought to Guantanamo Prison and detained without trial. I was able to wear a sleeveless orange jump suit (representing the prison garb) over just a cotton, long-sleeved T for our Montclair vigil—and I was comfortably warm. Sunday morning was warm enough for just a raincoat over a light sweater. But by the afternoon, the wind picked up, the clouds rolled in, and I put on my winter coat, earmuffs and gloves to take a walk in the local park. Ditto for this morning.
I can use my orange cat as a bellwether. Days when she lies on the radiator moping, or watches the birds from the window, are days when I need to bundle up. It’s either too cold, too windy, wet, or all three. Otherwise, her favorite pastime is to sit in a patch of sunlight in the backyard.
After that strange October snowstorm, everyone feared we were in for a tough winter. Now—not that I’m hoping for snow—I’m surprised that we’ve gotten to January 9th without seeing the white stuff. And mustard greens, kale, and beets are still growing in my garden. There’s lettuce too, under a plastic dome. Definitely unusual! But we haven’t even reached mid-winter. Who can guess how the weather might turn?
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