It didn’t snow today. It was mostly ice. Lots and lots of ice. Even now I hear the slightest tink, tink, tink, of tiny little ice pellets crashing against my window. It’s a comforting little melody, really. Comforting, that is, until the weight of the ice sends tree limbs crashing down and power lines unable to produce in the way I want them to. I suspect my time to write this post might be limited, so a quick list. . .
1. Last week I told Chad that I wanted to buy flowers. Not for any reason, really, just because the gray of the season is really starting to get to me. I needed something bright, happy, and colorful. He didn’t seem to get my need, but he didn’t discourage me either. When it came down to it, though, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Spend money on something that I just wanted. . . for no real reason. It seemed irresponsible. I had an internal pity party.
Two days later, guess what arrived. . .
Yep, a beautiful bouquet of roses. . . from my Dad. (I told you he’s a good dad.) I never expressed my desire for flowers to him. Maybe it’s one of those deep father-daughter connections. Or maybe my Dad is just that cool. Either way. . . we are loving the flowers. Chanelle asks every day if she can hold them, smell them, water them, put them in her hair. I don’t think I was the only one that needed some color.
2. Speaking of color. . . my desperate search for brightness had me pouring through our totes in the basement to find something, anything, that might brighten up our day. Oh my. . . I’m glad I did. I found this little gem. . .
How great is this quilt and why in the heck was it buried in a tote instead of a part of our daily lives? I can’t answer that question, but I can say that it has quickly become my one of my favorite things. It’s not often far from us. . .
It seems funny that a blanket can have this much of an impact on my life. . . but I absolutely love it. I totally get Linus and his little blue blanket. Wrapping its soft texture around me and resting in its warmth fills me with a comfort that is both starling and odd. I can’t really explain it, but I know that Linus gets it.
Why she has only one arm in a sleve. . . I don’t know. She’s too young to be sneaking out and going to clubs, right?. . . because that was kind of my first thought. Oh boy. . . with this one, my hands will be full.
4. We went bowling with friends over the weekend. Watching 8 kids bowl is an epic event. . .
|Chanelle cheering on her guy . . .|
|Father and daughter. . . sitting and waiting and cheering that ball forward. . .|
5. I’m beginning to get excited about running again. I saw my doc today. The foot isn’t ready yet and so I’m waiting. Spring is coming soon, though, and my shoes are calling out my name. I can’t wait. . . but I will. It’s going to be like starting over again. I’m both nervous and excited. I’m vowing to be smart as I ease back into it. Some lessons are learned the hard way. . .
The lights are flickering more violently now. I just got a text that schools are closed tomorrow. Our city schools never close. . . that’s when we know it’s bad. Charlie was excited when I put him to bed. I explained that if we lose power the three of us will camp out around the fire. He’s hoping we lose power. I feel differently.
We shall see. . .