I am a storyteller. As sporadic as it has been over the years, this is why I created my blog, to share my stories. I have returned and here is my first story of 2019.
It’s Cold Outside!
The old house was cold; its insulation was minimal. It was the end of January. -10 C., a dusting of snow covered the ground. Gabby stood clutching the cup of cocoa tightly, as her hands absorbed the warmth. It was the one of two things in that moment of now, that she could embrace as something good – the heat from the cup and the coziness of the cocoa as it heated her mouth and throat on its way to her belly.
The sun was sparkling, sending its rays out, and lighting the diamonds in the snow. It sent hints of heat through the large bay window, but all Gabby saw was an unwelcoming white, blanketing hidden ice and dotted with small broken branches strewn over the yard from the previous night’s wind party.
Winter! She hated it these last couple of years, since her fall. Her confidence in her balance and ability to tackle and embrace life had been dislocated then. The foot healed, but her inner confidence was much slower to mend. Hence, her dislike of winter and the challenges it often produced.
Gabby considered dressing up in her warmest clothes, winter boots and grippers. She saw herself in the yard picking up the fallen debris.
Then dredges of panic began to whisper, “ There’s probably ice hidden out there. I don’t trust my balance. Shit! Best to stay inside until it warms up and perhaps the snow melts.”
She thought,“What a ‘fraidy cat I’ve turned into being!”
The fear voice raised itself a notch, “What if I fell, and coudn’t get up, like before? I’d turn into a block ice and no one would know.”
“Ruff!”
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Blaze, her best friend and lab mix disguised as a beagle, nudged her side, “Gabby, you and your silliness are keeping us from getting outside. You’re also keeping me from having a good roll in that white stuff. Stop arguing with yourself. I’m tired of your whining. You are worse than me when I am begging you for human food.”
Gabby knew that her companion would keep at her until they stepped outside. She did the only thing she could as Blaze pulled on her sweater, dragging her to the box with his leash in it.
Blaze was her voice of reason. Even if no one else heard him speak, she did. He’d been her familiar, since he chose her at the shelter. It was rocky for both of them at first, until they both began to trust each other. That’s for another story.
Mumbling aloud, she dressed for wind and cold. By the time the two of them were ready the sun had disappeared and the wind was dancing a rumba through the trees. She stared back at Blaze, her one hand on the door knob, envisioning her body turned to ice when the wind hit her. She tried the puppy dog eyes on Blaze. He kept wagging his tail, ignoring her, whining and staring at the door knob.
She opened the door, Blaze bolted out; then stopped and waited patiently as the freezing air slammed the door shut for her.
“No leash needed today, buddy. It’s too cold for a walk. You got me out here, at least. We’ll walk around the house.”
Blaze bounded to the stairs and flew off the deck. He immediately started sniffing out mouse tracks. Gabby stayed where there was protection from the ice cold, blowing air. She did feel better, as bracing as the air was. It was a shove out of her anxiety and back into the present. Being outside, no matter what the weather, even for 5 minutes was a tonic for her.
She yelled to the dog, “Thank you, Blaze! You always know to get me outside.” He gave a sharp bark and pushed his nose back into the snow.
She continued walking cautiously. No sense taking a chance on hidden ice. She asked her Inner Wisdom to guide her steps. Her body relaxed more. Blaze zipped by on the alert for more scents. He never came close enough to knock into her. She pulled her scarf over her mouth. That was more comfortable and less chilly on her face.
After another 6 minutes Gabby stood by the door and called Blaze back. He barrelled up the steps; slowed and then stopped beside her. She opened the door; he waited until she entered and then followed.
Ruffling his fur and hugging his neck, she whispered, “Thank you.”
She withdrew a treat from her pocket; threw it up in the air. His mouth encased it on the way down. Gabby laughed; removed and hung up her coat. Blaze sauntered over to his cushion and curled up. He was ready for a nap and Gabby was ready to sit at her desk and write.