This is our garden. Or was our garden. In another time.
Flowers bravely fighting the snow!
Packing!
I should be packing. I'm not. I was packing, as you can see, earlier this morning before the snow started. It was fun while it lasted but there seems to be no end. The more I pack, the more I find to pack. The boxes keep stacking up and still I keep packing more. My bed is littered with binders, picture frames, shelves...the walls are looking bare in spots...my desk and dresser are stacked with things not usual to them. I'm going in 10 directions at once, or so it seems. I pull stuff out from under the bed, grab stuff off the wall and unpack boxes that were once packed for something I discover I need. Today. I wonder where that other box is with the recipe I wanted to make this weekend. I give up. We'll eat something else.
This is my life. For the moment. It will get better. The packing will come to an end and I will be happily settled in my own little house. I don't know when. It may be days or weeks or months, but it will come. I know it will.
In the meantime, I'm lovin' the snow! We got hit! We really did! Three inches in two hours isn't bad for the Kansas plains. And so we are frantically gathering containers to save water. They are warning us to be prepared!
I had to go to Fairview Service to pick up my car. The snow was swiftly falling and swirling across the road. It was freezing on my windshield. I was glad it was only a couple miles.
After lunch I dug out my boots, grabbed my camera and tromped outside for a few pictures. I threw a few snowballs, at no one in particular, particularly because there was no one to throw them at. (For some reason I couldn't get my 87-year-old Dad interested in a snowball fight! I guess fighting with Ann's cat this morning was enough fighting for him!)
And now I'm trying to get this post finished before the power goes off and I have to retire to my chair, wrap myself in blankets and settle in with a good "Pooh" story.
This is my life. For the moment. It will get better. The packing will come to an end and I will be happily settled in my own little house. I don't know when. It may be days or weeks or months, but it will come. I know it will.
In the meantime, I'm lovin' the snow! We got hit! We really did! Three inches in two hours isn't bad for the Kansas plains. And so we are frantically gathering containers to save water. They are warning us to be prepared!
I had to go to Fairview Service to pick up my car. The snow was swiftly falling and swirling across the road. It was freezing on my windshield. I was glad it was only a couple miles.
After lunch I dug out my boots, grabbed my camera and tromped outside for a few pictures. I threw a few snowballs, at no one in particular, particularly because there was no one to throw them at. (For some reason I couldn't get my 87-year-old Dad interested in a snowball fight! I guess fighting with Ann's cat this morning was enough fighting for him!)
And now I'm trying to get this post finished before the power goes off and I have to retire to my chair, wrap myself in blankets and settle in with a good "Pooh" story.
2 comments:
Hey, I didn't know you had a blog! Guess I never clicked on your name before when you commented on my blog. Well, I'll have to keep checking in on you . . . and who, may I ask, are you potting training?? =) As you can see on my comments, my in-laws had the most advice of anyone, so I decided to follow their advice and came back from Target with some cloth training pantie/shorts. So . . . tomorrow will be another day with fresh resolve for getting the little man trained!!
Best wishes, Shelly! I'm a nanny for an 18-month-old whose family lives right here in Hutch. I like being in Kansas again and working here.
Pauline
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