Father Frost (Father Winter) is back. Hurray or not. As long as there's a bit of sun it's doable. By doable I mean I get out of bed and can sit on the the couch for one hour or so in the sun. In the sun means, I should change places since the sun is low and can't reach above the roof of a small building. No way it can warm up the place and instead of writing I should collect wood and make a fire. It takes a long to make a fire burn hard enough the heat up a part of the place. I say a part because what's in the kitchen can never warm up the entire house. I guess one reason my son suddenly decided not to change rooms with me (my room is like the fridge although at the end of the day, the sun might shine through the (covered with plastic) window. Good for the 3 plants I try to keep alive during the winter.
Father Winter arrived 6 weeks earlier than a certain person decided it was time for Winter to arrive. Strange, how one person can decide when nations should adapt to the change of a season. Bing showed me a Santa Claus so some dumbass told AI father winter is the Coca-Cola commercial guy. What a pathetic people we are, not caring about history, stories and allow it to fight all the foundation our cultures are built on.
In short: Winter arrived 6 weeks "earlier" if we may believe the rediculous rules and therefor will last one month longer (most likely 7 months like all those years before and the old Dutch idioms are proof of that). Seven months winter, people, not 3.
28.11.24