Yesterday morning I was standing in front of my car and looked up to see three crows flying over head. There was a gloom in the air, a light dreamy snow, the homes that were nearby had chimney's billowing out smoke and it just felt majestic. I felt honored to be in that moment and see that beautiful sight. I think sometimes I am the only one who notices these things. Watching a snow blower eject snow in an arc that has the sun behind it, just makes me smile. I am sure the person pushing the snow blower doesn't see the beauty that I do, but maybe they should. Might make snow blowing a bit more enjoyable, or possibly not.
My Impala has been really good to me. She's a tank. Sturdy and comfortable. She has made me feel so safe and gotten me through anxiety filled moments while on the snow and ice covered roads.
A
very large mound of snow just off from the sidewalk. It's been really
cool. I feel like I am walking through tunnels. Watching my little dog
trying to jump through the snow is really hilarious.
Outside
of work where I go to smoke. That's the winter gear from far away. I
think I gained the pounds that were lost. But, I'm going to say that
it's just the heavy winter gear making me look all fluffy. Fluffy's not
soo bad, right?!
We
all deal with things in our own ways. I am crafting more. Laundry
soap, bath salts that I made for presents for my sister group for Yule.
No, no one got naked and turned into cannibal zombie freakazoids. Darn it all! I know EXACTLY where to go when the zombie apocalypse happens. At least I used to know where to go... :-/
I
have also felted some wool balls for homemade fabric softener for the
dryer. Doesn't have all that nasty plastic coating on it to mess up the
inside of your dryer and actually drys the clothes quicker. WIN WIN, I say!
So now I am just waiting to collect too many cats and you might see me on an episode of hoarders talking about how much I love my babies. At least that's the sort of future for people who make laundry soap and felted wool balls is, isn't it?!
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