Winter Resorts
It looks much like a winter resort outside. The snow is hanging off of trees and the sun is shining brightly.
The snow was still falling when we went to bed last night. Our street, though being a thoroughfare, was very quiet. I know that I sleep hard, but how hard could it have been to have had our neighbor, Randy, already have our drive blown out before I took the first deep breath of coming out of the night’s sleep? I did not hear a thing and our drive is only 1o’ from my bed as to where his John Deere tractor and blower had been . . . and it is not necessarily all that quiet.
Dennis went right after the remains of the snow around the garage doors and patio porch doors. I am always thankful that Dennis feels up to running the walk-behind blower. Though it is self-propelled, it still takes some oomph to maneuver it. Dennis does speak to having the heart and the drive to take on what he sees needs doing. Thanks be.
With the sun making our west house porch inviting, I sat and read for some time today. Dennis went for a nap in his recliner after the snow removal and the quiet of the house . . . peaceful.
There was a bit of time this afternoon that I went into the sewing studio to tidy up from yesterday. Tomorrow, when and if I hit the sewing studio, it will feel special walking into it and having it welcoming without untidiness. Dang that untidiness. A place for everything and everything in its place. Yesterday the afternoon got away from me. At five, when I closed my shop, there were spools of thread that didn’t get put away. The sewing machine didn’t get the fuzz cleaned out from the bobbin area, etc. . . . where did the time go! I don’t think it is because we have a small home that things are enjoyed to be in their place. Years ago, when I was still working, I did have to visit quite a few homes. The atmosphere and feeling in a cluttered home was far different from the tidy ones. The demeanor of those that lived within the two contrasts was also evident. Hmm. I am going to continue in my quest for tidiness. I never have to wonder where to start my day.
If my sewing studio and my tidiness didn’t keep me busy, just think of the pain in the ass I could become in my children’s lives.