On vacation! I was nicely distracted by snow and cooking all day. How fabulous! I made some tasty turkey soup, cookies, and beef jerky. No pressure, no rushing, no judgement just a relaxing marvelous time. The snow kept coming steady and fluffy. Around 2pm I took the trash outside. I decided to shovel just a path to the trash can so I didn't create smushed snow packed foot steps. It was so beautiful I ended up shoveling for over an hour and cleaning off the car. I did a little prancing and clapping and giggling as I shoveled. Magical and pulchritudinous (yummy new word).
I heard a couple of cars go by on the unploughed street. They created a phenomenal cushy-woosh sound. BRILLIANT! I could totally imagine the feel of driving... more like floating than driving. We've had one previous storm so far this season with similar driving conditions and ZERO all of last winter.
I had to do it... dangerous or not. Grab the keys, start her up and put my baby in 4WD. I cruised around the neighborhood and up to the grocery store. I was floating, gliding... skimming and occasionally slipping. It was a bit much for some other vehicles who executed a variety of accidental donuts, loopty loops, skids and even two slides right off the road... Yikes! LOVED IT! Sensational! Superb! Divine! (Only five inches but slushy underneath.)
A quote for today and one for yesterday...
"Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment." Emerson
Love that approach. I totally did that already today! Way more fun and interesting when it's not all so cereal. This next one really hit home for me. I fight the bit by bit approach and I think I'm finally growing up enough to know that that is futile... I'm starting my piano practicing again tomorrow!
"In knowing how to overcome little things, a centimeter at a time, gradually when bigger things come, you're prepared." Katherine Dunham.
What shall I create this day to amuse and delight?
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
Fibber McGee's closet!