Speaking of cold, last night when I got off work, it was snowing, and very cold. That's when I miss Summer. I'm not too wild about the heat, and I hat the bugs, but when you have 38 miles between the work place and home, snow and ice are not the best travel companions.
Well around the end of February or the beginning of March, I start making my Summer plans. For instance I may go on a road trip next Summer if I can afford it. I also plan to have an extravigant stash of great, spectacular fireworks for the 4th of July, and Thanksgiving is not the only time I eat turkey with all the trimmings. At my age, Birthdays are less about getting presents, making Birthday wishes and blowing out candles on a cake, and more about giving thanks for another year of life, and hopes for the next year of life. In other words, instead of my own personal little Christmas, I have started a new tradition, about 2 years ago, of making my Birthday a little Thanksgiving. I barbecue a turkey breast, with stuffing, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, and some kind of a desert. Next year, I will not be able to eat anywhere's near as much as I use to, but I still plan to spend my birthday giving thanks and have turkey and stuffing for dinner.
I also go to Mass if there's a Mass beign said that day.