Today’s Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration.

Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.

The Circular Staircase (Mary Roberts Rinehart) Page 29 – word: …danger of freezing to death…

Dear Freezing,

I’m sure you’ve probably noticed that we’re becoming quite distant from each other. In the past year I believe we’ve only had one or two personal connections. Sure, I’ve seen you on TV. I’ve watched in amazement how so many others have day-to-day dealings with you and wonder why anyone would choose to stay with you. I’m sure you have good qualities, like killing bugs and diseases for at least part of the year but honestly I’m not sure what other purpose you serve?

I have tried for 55 years (give or take) to work “with” you. Remember the days when I was young and I would go skiing? I tried to live in harmony with you while doing a fun activity. Well, I don’t know if you knew it back then but I HATE skiing. Why? Because I don’t like freezing. Sure, digging some of those igloos at the cabin was fun. I remember liking that, but maybe it’s because inside those igloos it wasn’t so freezing because of the insulation of the snow. I’ve learned that your cousin “cold” and I get along for a small period of time.  Actually “cold” is sometimes refreshing, in short doses.  But you and I freezing, well our time has come.  I can’t take it anymore, it’s just over.

I’ve tried everything I know of to get along with you. I’ve tried big sweaters, little sweaters, wool coats, down coats, short coats, long coats, layering, long hair, short hair, exercising in it, playing in it, but honestly the truth of the matter is the only way to get along with you (freezing) is to be inside a warm house looking out at you. Or better yet, what I’ve chosen to do which is live down south looking at you on a TV screen. In this past year I believe I have only had one contact with you which was in November when I arrived in Pittsburgh and got off the plane into your freezing self. I was quickly reminded of why I left you.

I’m sure there are people who don’t hate you as much as I do, and really, hate is such a strong word. It’s not personal, but then again, maybe it is. You never made me feel welcome. You were never kind. You never helped me acquiesce to yourself. My hair was always flying around in static, my skin dry as the desert, my skin-color sickly thanks to you, other than the occasional frost bite which gave me rosy cheeks. Wearing all those clothes never did agree with me and you never once helped me by making me like you. I tried but as it turned out all the effort was on my part.

So for all those reasons stated above, and other reasons that I have mentioned to you throughout the years, I have left you, for good. I know I’ve been threatening to leave you for years but as you can see I mean it this time. I am NEVER coming back to reside in your presence. Sure, I may visit you from time to time, only to be reminded of how mean you were to me and how much we do NOT see eye-to-eye. But with any luck those visits will become fewer and far between. With time, the people closest to me will see things my way and leave you more often to visit me, where it’s warm.

I may be only one person but I’ve made my decision and I’m taking a stand. No more FREEZING for me.

Yours truly in Florida, finally…

Lynn Carol Monahan
(former resident of the north)


Until mañana


8 Thoughts on “Dear John..

  1. Lynn….you always make me smile. I hate freezing too. Maybe someday I will join you down south. Take care and stay warm. Kris

  2. Poor freezing got the boot. Good thing you’re not in PA today. Freezing is baaaack.

  3. Scott monahan on April 24, 2015 at 9:51 am said:

    Good one! Btw Janis thinks its freezing here cause its 64 or so

  4. Ja Nelly on April 24, 2015 at 12:15 pm said:

    This was hysterically funny!!! I laughed out loud!!! One of the best blogs you have ever written!!!! 🙂

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