There has to be a good reason for me to leave the fireside and venture out these winter evenings.
However, overseas travel could give me reason enough. At the moment our part of the globe is (as Apprentice said to me in a comment) 'at the back of the Austrian clock'; when it is light and sunny on the other side, it is dark and dour ( & vice versa, ad infinitum) for us in the Antipodes. At the moment we only get a glimpse of the sun as we roll past it each day, and so it is very easy to yearn to be where the sun shows its face for longer.
ABM and I do have definite plans to travel. It is a matter of being patient and earning the money to make it possible. We plan to, in 2010, visit family in Australia, and then travel on to the UK, Ireland and possibly some of Europe. First priority though, is to visit Son S in Japan next year. He has started a blog called Mountain to Sea and what he describes there, added to what he has already told us in person, is certainly making me even more keen to get there. (At the risk of sounding biased, I highly recommend his blog for its impressions of Japan.)
A blog that I've revisited again after a spell of forgetting to 'look in', is Anil P's blog, 'Windy Skies'. He is passionate about his country India and writes about his travels there with patient gentleness and considerable craft.
Winter has driven ABM and I to the shops to buy a warmer duvet. Something we should've done months ago. Now that I have a full-time job, I may not be writing or blogging as much, but at least I now have money to buy things we have long needed.
However, shopping is not something either of us enter into joyfully. Maybe it is because we both have Scottish blood and are loath to part with our money. But I think it is more to do with the fact that we are introverts and find the interest shop assistants give us intrusive, annoying and highly distracting. Well, I do anyway. ABM is probably too nice-natured to feel quite the same way. Plus he does like to gather information about a product. This combination of niceness and the need for info. draws shop assistants to him like bees to honey. I just want to be left alone to take my time to decide for myself without a shop assistant rabbiting on and applying pressure. Questions and remarks such as, "Is it a cold place you are living in?" "What bedding do you have at present?" "You might find that with two bodies in a bed, you are better to have a King-Sized duvet, so that the sides don't pull up" are far too personal. I am a private person. (She says, blogging away to her heart's content!)
Poor wee T at 'Beds R Us' did her best. But she should've just stopped her sales pitch a full ten minutes before she did. And she should've read my very obvious body-language waaaay before she did. ABM's niceness didn't help of course. She was getting mixed signals poor girl. Wasn't she instructed in her training sessions to 'Always take the cue from the female?' It's always the female who will make the ultimate choice.
Anyway, T didn't get the sale, another shop did - one where we were free to look around on our own without 'assistance'.
We came home very pleased with ourselves and our purchase, and it was with great joy that we stored away all the now un-needed extra blankets, along with the thin summer-weight duvet.
Next on my shopping list is towels. Do you find towels are a little like ballpoint pens? They just keep going missing? Of course having sons coming and going, and each time they go taking a towel or two with them - which never come back - doesn't help.
Yesterday too, I spent the day in town shopping. This is unheard of for me. A whole weekend shopping. It's kind of scary. It has been a loooong time since I've done that. I bought three warm scarves (for some reason I never think I've got enough scarves) - orange, blue and yellow - a couple of bead-necklaces and three poetry books. One with Emily Dickinson's poems in it, Cilla McQueen's 'Firepenny' and 'Dragon Cafe' by Peter Olds.
I also bought myself a pair of dark-coloured jeans. Dark-coloured jeans rather than blue was niece SB's suggestion a few months back. And I believe a niece's advice is worth following. When I had to go back to the rack and fetch a smaller size than what I usually wear, I realised my cunning eating plan must be working. I may soon have to change my blogger name to Chiefwafer. (I wish!)