'That is not white,' said I after the fresh paint had been applied under the sink.
'It's white,' says he.
'Not white,' I reply.
'The paint can says white - something or other,' he says.
'Just look,' I say, 'the PVC pipe is white, the toilet tissue is white, the paint is NOT white."
We have had these 'color' conversations before. Never quite so graphic as this though. I am always startled at how differently we see things. Now this is obviously not white to me. And it is just as obvious to him that it is white. These observations spill over into other areas of our life together and it is more than frustrating for me.
Some things are not worth the discussion. Especially where the memory of how/what transpired is concerned. I am learning to let those things go. Not easily, I might add. This, however, just made me so furious. This is something that any numnut should be albe to see. Is it me? Am I wrong again? I don't think so. Not this time. And I'm holding on to that.
Toe socks for my Five Finger shoes. In the warmer weather I don't wear socks but when it gets cold.... And now with the wet snow on the ground, I can't wear the Five Finger shoes; I wear my furry lined Crocs. I still wear the toe socks though.
Here it is Sunday again. And every Sunday I dutifully take out the puzzle page, fold it just so, put it down on the table, and -- look at it. Then I look at LAST weeks puzzle, which, by the way this one is. I don't get very far with Sunday's Crosswords. I do Monday through Wednesday pretty thoroughly. Thursday and Friday, not so much. Saturday is pretty iffy too. Sunday is my greatest challenge.
My sister, Jacquie, does ALL of the Sunday Crossword. With very little or no help from Google. She has a store of facts -- current, obscure, and historical -- and is aware of all the nuances and subtleties that are inherent in the clues. Our dad did crosswords. For as far back as I can remember. Jacquie had the privilege of sharing the morning crossword adventure with him for many years. I suppose it must have been a "bonding" time for them. I am a little jealous of that, but I am so happy that she has those memories of their time together.
It is still "Christmas" at our house. It is Saturday. The sun is shining. There are great piles of snow everywhere. I am lovin' it all.
The weather gurus and the media hype mongers are warning about the next snow to come that will dump another ten to eighteen inches of snow. Already the masses are moaning and groaning about the inconveniences of it all. BRING IT ON!!! Let's enjoy it. Let's savor it. It will be here such a short time. Then we can enjoy spring and all of it's wonders -- like the endless rain that people are then going to be complaining about.
Why is it that what we have is never just right? Not round enough, not warm enough. Not soft enough, not sunny enough. What is that about us anyway? Let's just enjoy the day. Enjoy the moment. Whatever it is will be different soon. And that will be another challenge for enjoyment.
Connecticult is still digging out from underneath the snow. It is the main topic of conversation everywhere. Everyone has a story to tell -- and so willing to tell it.
Would that we were so willing to tell other stories, stories of our lives, faith stories, stories about how we deal with prayer and God and forgiveness and all that stuff. But we don't. We can tell the snow stories, but the stories that are at the core of our being seem difficult to tell.
At Grace Episcopal Church we are learning to tell our stories. We have created a friendly environment that is non-threatening and trusting. It becomes a comfortable atmosphere in which to share our stories. We are not judgmental and we honor confidentiality. Our stories are who we are and by sharing them we share ourselves. Our collective stories are the stories of the people of God and unite us as the People of God.
This is what I can see from the upstairs back window. Cupid is underneath there somewhere. I hope he is well insulated and comes back to us still smiling with wonder after the thaw. This has been amazing. Later I hope to get a picture of Gabriel out between the front walk banks of snow.
Tomorrow morning's snow arrived TODAY!!! I had a seven AM appointment at the dentist. When I came out at eight thirty it was SNOWING!! I was glad that I could drive home and just stay in for the rest of the day. Being semi-retired allows for some benefits. Wednesday is NOT my day to work.
So, two froached eggs, two pieces of white toast with butter, and some good coffee. An hour and a half in the dentist chair does deserve reward. Read the paper. Checked e-mail. Snow. Snow. Snow. Some times thick, fat clumps. Sometimes big flakes. Constant, though. By the time I decided to take some pictures of the garden cupid, I had to shovel the deck. All this beautiful, amazing snow.
Now onto the daily puzzles and some "Tell Me More" Spanish. Life is good!
