Things I love about winter:
Sitting by the fire, preferably with my colourful blanket that my mother crocheted for me on my lap.
Pumpkin soup
Wearing my fuzzy slippers
(PS It’s winter in Australia. I had to wear a coat yesterday. Well…not *yesterday* – but last week I wore it, like, three times)
How I can tell I’m getting old:
I sit around wrapped in a crocheted blanket
I look forward to eating soup. I used to hate soup and salad and was always “bring on the pizza”, but now I’m all “Let’s grow some pumpkins and turnips and I can cook up a giant pot of soup.”
Also, I planted turnips in the vegie garden. And I planted a vegie garden.
I get around the house wearing my fuzzy slippers.
This must be what they mean when they talk about being in one’s winter years. Do they say that, or did I just make that up? Being unable to remember whether you said something or someone else did is another sign…
another thing you have to love about winter is hot-water bottles
Oh yes, and electric blankets.
oh dear, I think I’m getting old too. I like soup, and fuzzy slippers, and if I had a crocheted blanket I’d probably never come out of it.
Yep, it’s official. There’s no going back from here.
But where you are is good!
Do I think you’re getting old? Nah. And you know why? Those activities that you listed? They sound a sight damn more fun and pleasant than say, going out to the nearest pub/rsl/tavern and getting a bit tipsy*, as people of a younger age are wont to do. Me? I think your list is better.
All those activities you listed are suitable and appropriate for winter, and each season has its activities which are suitable.
*Though that’s fun every now and then, but younger people who’ve nothing better to do with their time do it far more often.
All of those things sound like da bomb! Oh shit, that means I’m old now, right? Meh. That’s ok. I’m good. Pass the soup and fuzzy slippers!