Beware...

 March 18, 2026

I do wish Mother Nature would make up her mind. Now, there is a part of me that absolutely identifies with her behavior. The way she teased us all just a few short days ago, giving us that taste of pleasantly warm temperatures and intoxicatingly fresh air? Seducing us to step out onto the porch without a jacket, to remember how sweet this new season can be? Genius. Simply genius.

Our human hearts went pitter pat as we felt our “hooray, it’s springtime” vibes begin to quiver awake. And yes, our little minds, tired of dealing with real life in the big city and this wretched cold winter began to go off in every possible direction, coming up with all the spring-like activities we could indulge in now that it was Spring!

I can’t claim I actually heard MN cackle with glee when, the very next day, our temperatures plunged. But I could imagine it. I also imagined seeing her rub her gnarled old hands together as snow began to fall—just a little at first, so that me, the poor human being snowed upon made the quavering assertion that it surely would all go away any minute now…

Instead, we awoke the day after that to a snowfall that, while not the deepest of the year was certainly the deepest in weeks. A snowfall compounded by a bit of rain, a bit of drizzle, more snow, then rain again so that the outside looked like a damned skating rink.

Personally, I don’t think MN is deliberately taunting us. No, I’m beginning to suspect the old girl is completely demented.

A few years back I purchased, one for my husband and one for myself, a pair of those “wearable blankets” that were quite popular at the time. They are soft, somewhat heavy, and can be worn—though if you are wearing it, you’re not walking around doing anything. The style that I got for us opened at the back, with Velcro at the neck to secure it closed, after a fashion. The sleeves are generous, there is a front pocket similar to a hoodie, and on the inside at the bottom is a cozy extra, a “pocket” to slip your feet into.

We wore them often that first year, because it was the weather being extra chilly that prompted the purchase. Come the spring, we set them away. This garment truly is the size of a blanket, and where to store them became a subject of some thought. David put his on top of his dresser. I put mine—after rolling it and then tying it up—atop the tall, large six-shelved cabinet taking up space in my office.

The thing came down at the beginning of the next winter but then sat there through a couple more, simply because it never got quite cold enough to wear it.

But the winter of 2025-2026 has been different. I shamelessly took advantage of my grandson, one day back in November, and had him retrieve it for me. He’s a long drink of water, that one, and didn’t even need a ladder to reach it.

I’ve worn my blanket-thingy a fair bit this winter, and had been considering stowing it away again, until this latest cold snap arrived. I may or may not wear it later today. Yesterday, the outside temperature didn’t rise above 16 degrees Fahrenheit, with a “feels like” of minus 6. It’s less cold (NOT warmer) today at 28 with a feel like of “16”. That, friends, is pretty darn cold!

So, I won’t stow the thing quite yet. MN is demented, remember, and I don’t want to encourage another sub-zero temperature dip. Because I have been paying attention for the last ten-plus years and what I know is this:

That recent little display from MN was just another reminder that when it comes to dealing with the elderly in this lifetime, it’s best to never drop your guard. You might think you understand all the nuances and all the subtleties connected to their words and their actions but trust me.

When it comes to those of us who used above a certain number of birthday candles on our last cake, we can be slyer—and crazier—than you could ever even imagine.

Ignore that truth at your own peril.

 

Love,
Morgan
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