As you can see, we got some snow. The tops of the deck lights give the clearest picture of how much. Not bad for a Michigan winter. Though I’m not a native Michigander and mostly think of snow and cold on a Virginia scale, I find that I really can look at 4-6 inches of the white stuff and shrug. No big deal. This much snow would have paralyzed the Washington, DC, area. Michigan dusts off the roads and gets on with its business.
Category: Life its own self
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Snowmegeddon Predicted
For days, we’ve had a winter storm watch, followed by a winter storm warning. It’s Michigan, it’s February, but you’d think it had never snowed within a hundred miles of here from the hype. I avoided the frenzy of bread-milk-toilet paper buying yesterday, but did go out for my regular weekly grocery restock. The cats and I are settled in for the duration, with the fireplace to counteract the gray skies outside. I have my dark chocolate and hazelnut-flavored coffee, a large stack of books, and the world at my internet fingertips. It’s all good.
The photo above is the baseline as of 9:30 this morning when it began to snow. It was warm – in the 40s – yesterday, so most of the accumulated snow of January had melted away by last night.
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A new hobby
It’s called Zentangle™. As someone who always believed she could not draw, I’m impressed I can produce these designs. I’ve read that your hand gets steadier with practice, so I have hopes of improving. On the other hand, if I don’t get any better – well, too bad. I’m enjoying it.
You can read more about it at the official Zentangle website or at Tangle Addicts, the website of my teacher, Heather Hartwick-Gladden, CZT.
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She’s back
I was surprised to realize that it’s been four years since I last blogged. I didn’t intend to stop, but I did intend to prioritize other activities more than blogging. It seems I was successful at that. So it goes. If you read this blog in its earlier iterations, you know I’m fond of the quote attributed to John Lennon, “Life is what happens while you’re making other plans.”
While I was making other plans, a lot of life happened. I lost both my parents in 2015. We downsized from a too-large house to a condo in 2017, and I retired from a successful career last fall, 2018. I’m four years older, as are Mr Wren and my cats, but the birds and squirrels outside my windows seem to be gifted with eternal youth. I’m still in the cold midwest, though I hear that if I hang around long enough, I’ll see Michigan become the new California.
I’m on a journey of exploration. For the first time in decades, I don’t have a roadmap for the trip. I’m looking for a compass, or many compasses, but also for the courage to step forward with no guidance and see what I stumble into.
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