You will recall that I made one brief appearance here in December, when the holidays were still ahead of us and the winter was not yet officially declared.
Now, several months later, I find myself weary of the drab and dreary winter skies. I am tired even of the sparkling snow when it falls lightly upon the fields, glittering like shards of diamond dust. That lovely sight cannot even lift myspirits, alas.
I have investigated these “winter blues”, wondering if I might be suffering from the lack of a substance found in sunshine that I believe you now refer to as “Vitamin D”. I must confess I have been loath to attempt my customary long walks thru Monticello’s pathways, not because of any particular lack of motivation nor physical infirmity, but perhaps more simply a weather-induced ennui which has kept me more sedentary than is wise.
I believe I have come to fully appreciate, in my time in the beyond, the positive powers of the Sun, Earth’s beautious solar orb whose healing rays bestow their gifts upon humankind without prejudice of any kind. There is not a soul who does not crave the appearance of Sol as he rises each morning to cajole us out of our comfortable beds and thence to action. In my heyday, I must confess, the sun’s first rays would most often never fail to arouse me — and I do mean in the fullest sense of the word — and allow me to begin my day in a most felicitous manner.
I do hope the Sun affects you similarly. Perhaps my current malaise is merely a lack of sunshine, or perhaps the lack of a suitable partner to make my mornings more memorable. I wish for you all what I miss these days…the promise of warm companionship to help shake off the loneliness of the night.
I thank you for listening to my musings this day, and I forgive any melancholy which may seem to emanate from my words. I am not so unhappy, really, but sometimes one does miss the pleasures of the flesh here where such things are no longer strictly necessary for fulfillment. My memories will have to suffice, for now.
My friends, thank you for listening.
Dear Mr. Jefferson,
A good friend told me just today that you were keeping a blog, and I couldn’t believe I was not aware of it before! As an avid fan of your work (written and in the office) I must confess I am quite disappointed in myself. Being brief, I simply wanted to inform you that I will be keeping watch on your blog and am greatly looking forward to future words of sexy wisdom.
Your most obedient servant,
Lauren Greider
So sad, dear sir, this, your last post. It makes your fans of the gentler sex hope, a month later, April’s clearing skies do not disappoint in seasonal splendor, with more lambent breezes and gilded warmth to cheer your spirits and your memories.
This was the time of year, at some point in your remarkable life, when you traveled through southern France and northern Italy, was it not? Surely there were encounters throughout those weeks and months of journeying, suffused with all the catharsis wine, spring, sunshine and the Mediterranean might imbue upon the worthy lovers of the world. And sir, if you, the sexy Thomas Jefferson, were not worthy of such a companion to stir that longing so integral to spring, then where does this leave the rest of us–your eager admirers–but bereft of hope for either passion or tenderness in our own lives?
I suppose, wishing sincerely, that April, and her beauteous successor, May, find you in a less melancholy state. As a member of the gentler sex, and one who adores your legacy greatly, please don’t keep us too long in suspense as to your condition and present being. We, the ladies, all wish your greatest happiness, always.
With only the fondest sentiments,
A lady
My dears…I once again apologize for my absence. One becomes so overcome with distractions in the afterlife that putting pen to paper — or the equvalent here — easily slips the mind.
You have no conception of how much I appreciate your kind and reassuring words. Alas, after nearly 200 years departed from Mother Earth, I find it ever more difficult to recall those felicitous and decidedly corporeal moments which so enriched my existence there.
Of course, we now find ourselves in Fall, a season with its own sort of melancholy, but I shall, with your aid, attempt to raise my spirits through the power of memory and sensual recall. I am positive that it will work, many thanks to you two wonderful gentlewomen!
Many regards. I shall attempt to be more regular with my reports from the Beyond in the future, my dears!
T. Jefferson
My dear Mr. Jefferson,
Owing to the fact that you have meditated on winter before, I seek your most excellent advice for a cure for my winter restlessness. As of recent, I have become so tiresome of the dreariness of this season and I find my poor heart to be slightly melancholy. I long so to be outside again, to feel the warmth of spring air softly blowing and to see the green of the trees and to inhale the sweet fragrances of the blooming flowers and herbs of the garden. Alas the bitterness and chill of the current season prevents me from doing so. What can I do to relieve my restless spirit, sir? I strive greatly to be as calm and serene as you and I must know; what gives you such peace in your heart when you are feeling as I do now? I deeply admire your thought and gentleness and I sincerely hope that you can offer some words of wisdom or love that can soothe this restless fox in winter and return everlasting Spring to her heart.
Ever yours,
The Lady Fox
Dear Lady Fox,
Again, I am nothing but apologies for which I also apologize. I see that winter is still holding much of the land in its tenacious grip and I imagine also where you are. Though the calendar says Spring, I fear that Winter is loathe to depart.
You asked for advice. When kept inside I usually seek the companionship of good books which are always warm and welcoming no matter the weather outside. Perhaps a bit of poetry, though sometimes the merry nature of verse induces its own divine melancholy which does not help the situation, does it? So I would recommend a rousing adventure story, perhaps a tale of the high seas, with much continental swordplay and eventually a satisfying ending with true love all around.
It will not, of course, induce the sun to appear with any more alacrity but *you* will feel so much better. Also, do not make yourself too cold when you are reading — a good blanket wrapped around oneself is essential for comfort. And a cup of tea and a buttery biscuit will add to the atmosphere, though do not forget a napkin so that the book remains crumb-free. In my day we had to be very careful that the mice did not visit.
At any rate, I have vowed to be more regular with my communications. Please continue to be my friend here and I am also experimenting with the platform called Twitter where I can be found as SxyTomJefferson.
Thank you again for your devotion. You are a wonder.
T. Jefferson