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It was so cold here last night that water froze on the sidewalk, and was still frozen at 11:00 in the morning.

It is so cold that you really do need gloves and a hat to go out.

Of course, I am enjoying it immensely.

I can’t even tell you what it is I love so much about winter.

Once I was at my friend A’s house, and she opened a drawer in her kitchen which was full of tea and said, “I love having a drawer full of tea. It makes me feel so provisioned.”

I think that’s how I feel about winter. I have a basket full of scarves and hats and mittens, which I really never need. I have warm socks and boots and sweaters and jackets. So long as you dress carefully, and it really is possible to dress carefully, it doesn’t feel too cold. I like working out the system of what I’ll need to wear to not feel cold. I like feeling provisioned.

And then you come in and it’s warm and you feel like you really deserve a cup of tea, or to bundle up on the couch, or something good.

I love it, I love it, I love it.

This weekend, K’s brother was here and we went to the David Hockney exhibit in the city. I think I liked it. I loved the charcoal drawings of spring coming to his house in the country. I loved all the paintings of roads disappearing into the distance. I love the portrait of the sailor against the green, Russian-looking background. The show is a bit of a hodgepodge by design, and also in the way the exhibit starts downstairs and then moves upstairs and around several corners and into different rooms. K loved the pieces that were drawn on an ipad and displayed electronically. I am glad we’ll go back when M gets home, because I want to see it again.

I moved some grasses around (in the cold!). We ate an amazing Japanese meal in a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. I felt like I was in a Basho poem. The three of us walked downtown in the cold and got a cozy seat by the door, and we felt like three dusty travelers come in from the cold huddling over cups of sake. I went for a cold walk along the top of the hill — the views were magnificent all weekend long because of the rain last week.

Another night I made goulash. It was lovely — a steamy oniony stew over mashed potatoes.

We have not started getting ready for Christmas — M made me promise to wait with the tree until she gets home on the 20th — but I am starting to want to.

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