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Finally some good weather! What a beautiful weekend we just had.
I have to tell you all, I believe right now is about the anniversary of my first column, and I'm a little nervous that I will begin repeating myself.
For some people, it's Christmas, for others, Halloween.
Okay, that white stuff floating around outside my window as I write this? I'm ignoring it.
In continuing our winter tour, I am reporting this week from the French Quarter, Mardi Gras central.
Sad to say February vacation is drawing to a close, but the good news is we've made it to March, and before you know it, we'll all be on the beach again perhaps looking forward to the quiet days of winter.
So when I was writing my column last week, the temperature was in the teens, but by the time anyone reads the column, it will be full-on sweatshirt weather.
Here I type in a sundress in St.
I've had radio silence from my usual reporters lately, which leads me to believe everyone is off having fun in places afar and no one is telling me about it! Soon I will have to write fictionalized accounts of all your goings-on, and believe me — no one wants that.
I had a truly Edgartown winter Friday night last week, sitting at the Newes with a pint, surrounded by friends, listening to Michael Benjamin play a set of favorite tunes.
It certainly feels like January in this house: I've been sick for a week, and I have two hyper dogs who are dying to get out and run around, but not in those silly jackets they have to wear.
How are those New Year's resolutions coming along? I'd imagine the YMCA is bustling with activity.
The holidays are coming to a close, which means the start to another new year.
As I write this, it is a winter wonderland outside my window, and I only hope it is still snowy out there as you read this.
Well, I finally got to see some snow, but I had to go all the way to Chicago to see it.
The wreath is hung, the tree is trimmed, I'm making my list and checking it twice.
I've never been as excited to see a bunch of wire spools as I was this weekend, and this is an electrician's daughter speaking.
Gobble, gobble! Today is the day all those wild turkeys roaming our neighborhoods mourn the loss of their compadres, all to our culinary delight.
It has been nice to see the sun for a couple of days after all that rain and wind, but at the risk of making the most controversial statement ever to grace this column: I really wouldn't mind seeing some snow.