We have a hole on our plot, which we fill with organic material so as to make a little less trash to be taken away. It invariably gets plastics and papers in it, mostly from our neighbours in the other cottage, who are not quiet as picky about what they throw away in there. Still I like to think it does something for the environment! Or at least the wild rats and guinea fowls, but hey, we all got to eat!
The problem is the hole is quiet a few meters from our cottage. And the weather temp has just plummeted too far below Jo-sweet-loving degrees! It’s in the single digits and decreasing rapidly.
Now I’m sitting here by our little heater, gown on, fuzzy hat and socks at the ready and I’m really comfortable. The idea of taking the trash out is really not all that appealing!
Now put yourself in my shoes for the journey:-
It must be done and so you go to the kitchen, grab the bag of ex-fruity bits, and stand in front of the door, psyching yourself up! It’s like just before you jump into a swimming pool. You know it’s going to be colder then you’d like but you know you have to plunge into it sooner or later. (Though unlike a swimming pool, you don’t get used to the cold air as quickly nor do you get to float around, wondering if there will be watermelon for dessert as you blissfully soaking in the sunlight. There is no sunlight!
You open the door with only a mildly shaking hand, pulling it back fast like a Band-Aid! Those first few seconds are almost okay, the cold doesn’t hit you straight away and it’s not so bad until OMG THAT’S SO COLD!!!
You don’t stand and wait around! Go! Go! Go! While your mind is in shock your body just reacts automatically and you hurtle along to the hole as fast as your rapidly icing toes can carry you! It never seemed so far away as it does tonight! Worse, your hand is wet from being recently washed and it is feeling the cold on a whole new level! The Agony!!
But you get to the hole eventually and swing that bag into it with an unholy mirth that leaves tingles inside your mind! You turn and bolt back to the cottage, going speedily yet carefully over the slippery, grassy hillocks that will only happily take you down just for poops and giggles.
You notice how bitingly fresh the air is, and you notice the beautiful winter sky so completely clear it’s almost mind-blowing, isn’t the moon gorgeous?
Yeah whatever!!!!
You manage to get back to the cottage door without incident. Open it, slip inside so fast the sonic boom can be heard in China, and close the door with a delicious thumping finality. Your hands instinctively reach for the heater and you’re popping your gown back on, as you slide into your chair by the computer, breathing a sigh of bliss no lover could hope to pull from you by other means!
The chore is done! You’re getting warm and life is returning to your neither bits! What a champion you are!!
And so the day closes, the sun sets completely and you’re heroics warm you just that little bit extra, because you know, anyone can be a hero in a traumatic situation, but to rise to the challenge of the ordinary, everyday things that face you, with a smile and a laugh to boot, now that’s real courage!!
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