It’s one of those dull and dreary overcast snowy days and I’m sitting inside my house sneezing my face off. Would you not think all the airborne allergens would be frozen solid by November? We have a constantly running air purifier on our furnace and I have another small one right beside me supposedly sucking the impurities out of my breathing space. Maybe I’m allergic to my choice of tissues. Wouldn’t that be funny? Whatever. I’ve given up trying to figure it out and will eventually get tired of my sniffling and watering eyes and take a 24 hour relief allergy pill. The strange thing is, tomorrow I may be perfectly fine with no symptoms at all. It’s a perfect day to stay inside where it’s warm so that’s my current plan. I am working on a drawing which is all about perspective and vanishing points and proportions and who knows how many other “p” words. If pain in the ass comes up, you will never see it. This morning W got the stitches removed from his right hand where he had a procedure done to straighten out his ring and pinky fingers. He has to wear a splint to keep them straight and will be going to some kind of hand rehab place starting next week. My sister recently had carpal tunnel surgery on her right hand and is still in recovery mode. Last night I started knitting a cotton dish cloth (you are officially old when you think this is an interesting way to spend your time) and my right hand went all tingly and numb so I stopped. Taking frequent breaks helps. This doesn’t happen when I draw. Yet. I cannot imagine what my mood would be like if my right hand suddenly ceased to function normally. Well, the problem is, I CAN imagine it and it’s not pretty. So let’s all be grateful for the use of whichever hand we use the most to get through our day! If you don’t type with a pencil between your teeth or paint with your feet, you are one of the lucky ones. Okay, I’m taking a pill now. Because my nose is going all tingly and numb. Along with my brain. Hey, it’s a day and it’s a post My work here is done.
Art by grandson K (currently outside shovelling the sidewalk and the driveway and quite possibly rethinking his entrepreneurial plans for having his own snow removal business)
A Nano Poblano Prompt: Make up a new holiday
Holidays should be declared here every time we get heavily snowed upon. Here’s the blurb from Environment Canada this morning:
Snowfall Warning: Heavy snowfall today and tonight.
10 cm of snow has already fallen in Grande Prairie and another 15-25 cm is expected by Sunday morning.
Be prepared to adjust your driving with changing road conditions. Visibility may be suddenly reduced at times in heavy snow. Surfaces such as highways, roads, walkways and parking lots may become difficult to navigate due to accumulating snow.
Exactly who is that last paragraph addressing? People on holiday, visiting from Mars?
I had already decided to stay longer since the kids have Monday and Tuesday off school, and it’s a great feeling not to have to rush home for anything. Anyway, snow days as holidays! That’s my suggestion. So, basically, nothing but intermittent scattered holidays from November to March.
Hope everyone is having a super fun weekend, snowed in or not.
I have a deep respect for anyone who can look at a face and draw it and end up with it looking like the face they’re looking at. My results always resemble distant relatives. If not complete strangers. So I’ve learned to like surprises.
This morning the ground is covered in snow and it’s still falling in big fat white flakes. A man with a black umbrella walks his little dog on the slushy sidewalk. Our neighbour returns from his daily trip to Tim Hortons but he won’t be sipping his morning coffee on the deck today. Kids on their way to school saunter by with snow on their backpacks and their hatless heads. Tough northern teens too hardy and cool to care about frozen fingers and frost-bitten ears. Who would not be caught dead with an umbrella.
Big plans for the day – fill up the bird feeders for the blue jays, finally go through my ancient paints and discard the ones that are old and dried up and useless. Make a list of what needs to be replaced. Pay some bills. Try not to die from all the excitement. Stay warm.
Perhaps the title should be “The Good The Bad and The Ugly”. I am practicing drawing faces. I gathered them all up, snapped pictures of my pictures, saved and edited them and turned them all sepia. Because it’s a sepia kind of day. Big fat snowflakes coming down out there.
It’s been an interesting Sunday pursuit and I’m thinking a daily art project might be a good feature here. For days when words fail me. Anyway, if I do 365 of these, just imagine how good I’ll be in the 300′s! I don’t know why everybody’s right eyeball is blurred. Trick of the light, or the artist.
Yes, this is a picture of a big ass chocolate bar. It was the most exciting thing that happened to me yesterday. I had adjusted and dispensed glasses to a little old lady (she was way older than me, by at least 10 years) and as she got up to leave she asked me if I liked chocolate. I said yes. Dark chocolate? Yes. She whipped this monstrous thing out of her bag and told me to enjoy it with the rest of the girls who helped her pick out her glasses and to have a nice day. Just being called a ‘girl’ would have been enough to make the day nice.
But look at that thing. It is for sure my kind of gratuity. Normally we get nothing (which is what we expect even though we’re awesome) and sometimes we get coffee or a handful of change to put in our coffee fund. This is the equivalent amount of chocolate found in about a dozen normal size bars. I ate four squares of it and felt sick.
As interesting as all this is, hang on, because I’ve got something even better.
In my backyard this morning in the rain I spied a creature. That’s about as specific as I could be without my glasses. It looked like a bird, maybe a young Canada Goose.
I really need to clean this window before I take any more pictures through it. This is the last of our dirty snow pile still refusing to give up. And with glasses on and the zoom on my phone, look at this!
It’s a mallard duck with his very-hard-to-see mate just behind him. Both of them mucking about in the rain, like this is the wetlands or something. I was going to wake W up so he could get all excited about my remarkable avian identification skills involving a bird that wasn’t a blue jay or a cardinal, but then I remembered he used to be a migratory birds expert and seeing a duck might not be the highlight of his morning. I imagined him being grumpy and unimpressed, or worse, spewing out a hundred duck related facts off the top of his head. I let him sleep.
The ducks may have been attracted to all the spilled birdseed under our tree, or the gigantic puddle in our neighbor’s backyard caused from all the run off of the melting snow. He’s been pumping it periodically to keep it from turning into a big mud hole, and now all the rain makes it look like he hasn’t done a thing. I watched the ducks putter around for a bit, and then they waddled under the fence to the other side to play in the water. It was such a simple thing, and yet so odd and unexpected that it felt amazing. What an excellent way to start the day.
Just when you think it’s all about chocolate, life gives you ducks.
This is a direct W quote – “Lord Thunderin’ Jesus”. As for me, I have uttered a couple of phrases beginning with the word “Holy…” It is a religious holiday after all.
Not even going to wonder how long this snow will continue to fall. The good news is – we can see the Easter Bunny’s tracks! Really! They look suspiciously like the footprints of a jack-rabbit! Sneaky bunny.
Happy Winterspring. Hope you all have a thunderin’ awesome day.