IT'S FRIDAY

 

This has been such an out of the ordinary week that it hardly seems possible to have Friday here already.  First off, Monday,  I was tied up the whole day trying to get the church newsletter done and then, because we had so much snow, Tuesday afternoon work was cancelled and I continued on with the newsletter until the end of the day.  And then all of a sudden it was Wednesday and school was cancelled again as was our evening church event.  So I was still home and trying to catch up on the first of the month bill paying and whatever else I let go while doing the newsletter. 

 Thursday came and went in a flash.  Because I hadn't been into the office since the Friday before, I was doing my best to catch up on who was in the hospital, who was out, who was coming in for appointments, filing, and on and on for the day until suddenly it was time to go home.  AND oddly enough at five it was quite light and bright outside.  That felt really good.

And so Friday got to be on top up me and it doesn't even feel like I have worked up to it yet.  Oh well, I'll get through it all and then have the glorious weekend.

 

WINTER BLAHS ...

 

I'm lovin' the snow but I just needed to stop and have a spring fix.

A little color, ya know?

 

TREACHEROUS BEAUTY

 

There is everywhere ice.  When I took Gabriel out this morning it was soft ice.  Soft and textured.  I was careful.  I did not fall.  The temperature is iffy.  Some places locally are a little colder than others.  The telephoned Police Alert advises us to stay off the streets and DO NOT TOUCH fallen branches as power lines have been pulled down.

It is so very beautiful.  Hard to understand how such beauty can be such a danger.  It seems like some kind of trick.  Sometimes I feel as though life is like that also -- some kind of trick.  I go along and everything seems peaceful and good and then -- wham -- I get blindsided.  Sometimes that is because I am just unaware and not paying attention to the whole of life.  Zeroed in on my own self too much maybe.  Have to pay more attention to what is going on in the lives of the people around me.  Open myself up to the needs and feelings of others.
 

NOT WHITE

 

'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.
 

SUNDAY CROSSWORD

 

 
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.
 

STILL CHRISTMAS

 

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.