This morning we arose to find a fresh white blanket over the landscape; more coming down and more on the way for the next three or four days. Snow. What ever happened to the “April showers that bring May flowers”. Made sense when I was a kid.
My morning was miserable. The morning fire would not burn. I was cold all morning. It snowed all morning. The Employment Insurance people called with the expected bad news that since I had quit my job, no matter what my reasons, I am ineligible for any benefits. The bank called to inquire why the forms that just arrived yesterday from them had not been signed and mailed back yet. All I could manage to salvage out of the morning was a hot bath to warm my aching bones and a bit of a cuddle with Mist. You could say I cried in my beer, if I drank beer, which I don’t.
Attila arrived home at lunchtime with a few sticks of dry firewood. He added these to the unburned wood in the fireplace and then he relit the fire. It burned heartily and finally heat radiated through the room. Mist sat before the fire, watching it with great reverence. She appreciates the finer things in life, oh yes she does.
Determined to keep putting one foot in front of the other, after lunch I threw on my parka, warm wooly hat and rubber boots and set out into the snowy, windy outdoors. I missed my walk yesterday because I just could not force myself out into the snow. Since the snow is going to continue, seemingly endlessly, I must push myself to get out for my daily walk. Today’s walk was three parts punishment and two parts pleasure.
The rest of today I am going to do my utmost to stop thinking, full stop. Read, watch television, putter with kitchen dishes and bed making, these are the activities I have planned. Before I know it the light will fade outside the windows and the blinds will be closed against the weather for the night. Hopefully it will be out of sight and out of mind.
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Focusing on the Small and Beautiful
By the Easy Chair
That Old Ace in the Hole
by Annie Proulx
Feels Like -4°C
Wind W 22 km/h
Rel Humidity 100%
Pressure 101.33 kPa
Visibility 9.7 km
Ceiling 600 ft
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