Mother Wind dost blow and howl cruel bitter cold through bones and homes. Everything is shaken. Everything is stirred - within and without - exciting tempest, uneasy seductrest. C'mon ye playful people, stir yer own pots. See what is brewing within. Exit air and ground ye soul.
The children are sleeping for minutes more. While the wind roughs up our outer home Paul and I shake up our interior. Literally. We have moved all living room furniture into the centre to begin tearing the ugly horrid wretched carpets from our living space. I have taken before pictures. Slowly our living space is being transformed. I forget that less than a year ago there was a central wall sectioning off a useless hallway and five doorways staring at me from where I sit in the kitchen. Now there is only a half wall partitioning off the kitchen from the living room.
Less than two weeks ago Paul and Dad put bamboo floors in our bedroom. So sweet. So clean, so crisp. Haha. Here we go. Shake it up. Out with the old, old, old!!! Enter chaos!
Bring it Winter Wind!!
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