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hey maybe just a smile I have to smirk when I read some of the California journals talking about the snow that fell there. Well, we may not have snow here in Wisconsin yet, but I can give you some cold if you want it. We have windchill factors of thirty degrees below zero for tonight. Yes, you too can experience the thrill of trying to get into your car when the doors are frozen shut. The next place that I move into will have indoor parking facilities. I can afford it and it is time to start pampering myself. I spoke briefly with Brenda this evening. She sounds ready for Christmas to be over, but she was the one who chose retail as her career not me. She did bait me once in the conversation, but I ignored it. She made a comment on how much I dislike shopping. Yes, I will admit that I am probably going to give my siblings money as a present, but I doubt that they will mind. I don't want to argue with Brenda anymore. I thought that we were beyond that point. She was the one who wanted to be friends. At the moment she still seems to be angry with me. Then again maybe her mood will improve after the holidays are over. We met last year after the holiday season was done so I have no idea what she was like last Christmas. I would like to think that I know why she hung up so soon tonight. Talking to me reminds her of what could have been if things had been a little different between the two of us. I was the one that caused her to be single this Christmas. Everyone else had someone to hold onto and kiss Saturday night at her family gathering. Brenda had only herself. Maybe I am reaching here, but maybe I am right. Perhaps my passive aggressive behavior is manifesting itself again. No. I was sincere when I wished her a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Life just doesn't mirror When Harry Met Sally. More and more I hestitate to mention Brenda here. She is not present to offer her side of the story. She simply plays a role within my inner dialogue here. Today was a great day for me, because I finished reading Neverwhere. Reaching the end of a book is always a bittersweet event for me. There is the sense of accomplishment, but there is also a sense of loss. The characters have said their parts and will not be heard from again. Now I have to choose a new book to read as I huddle for warmth under a pile of blankets.
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