Boo! It’s another blustery snowy day! Going to work, although staying at home has a lot more appeal. My advice from the stars today is to avoid going out in public. Ha, they could give me that advice every day and most days I would be very happy to take it.
“It could be a tough day for dealing with other people. They will be contrary and hypercritical and you don’t have the patience for dealing with quirky, childish behaviour. If you can avoid being in public or in large group situations, that might ease your feeling of tension.”
Well, really, where’s the challenge in that? Bring it on, all you childish quirky people. I’m getting rather good at doing the deep breathing thing and letting things go. It doesn’t always work the way I want it to though. I had a bout of insomnia a couple of nights ago and took so many deep breaths I thought I might hyperventilate. Obviously my technique needs a bit of work.
Our street was scraped and plowed and the snow carted away yesterday! Snow removal is a lot like housework. You can stop removing snow when spring arrives. And you can stop doing housework…..when the house burns down. The ruts were deep and frozen solid, and scraping the bottom of the car halfway down the street was probably not all that good for it. The good news is, although my car looks like I drove it through some sort of wet dust storm, it’s too cold to wash it. When it wasn’t too cold, it was too sloppy and dirty out to be bothered. I don’t have to concern myself with the locks freezing if they don’t get wet until April.
Yesterday I spent most of the day reading The Bird House, by Kelly Simmons. It skips around from present to past, but I’ll forgive it for that because reading it that way made it easier to understand why Ann, as a grandma, did the things she did with her daughter-in-law, her son, her long ago departed daughter, her granddaughter and the great love of her life. It’s a good story about family, and how everyone has their secrets and their flaws and their own interpretation of how and why things happened. And keep on happening, for that matter. And how the things we believe to be true influence everything we do. Well – just read it for yourself I guess, and see if you can explain it any better than that. It’s a good book.
What a perfect picture of an Adirondack chair and green grass and flowers and summer related things. And now I’m off to battle the blizzard and deal with the freakish mob.
No wordless Wednesday for me. Although I do promise to bite my tongue from here on in and if I can’t think of something nice to say I vow to say nothing at all. There could be a lot of deep breathing involved in that.