It’s been a challenging year so far, thanks to issues that aren’t mine to discuss in a place like this, and every time I think of the blog, I sigh and think ‘maybe tomorrow’. It’s hard to know what to write when I have both a lot and nothing to say, and I haven’t even been able to drum up any enthusiasm for posting photos or book reviews or ridiculous memes. Maybe a giant bouquet of lilacs can bust me out of this funk?
In keeping with this winter’s orderly scheduling of storms on weekends only, it is indeed crudding prodigiously out there. It’s been freezing rain for hours now and is supposed to continue throughout the day and into tomorrow morning so you know what that means. The power outage map shows outages creeping our way so it’s time to heat some lunch while I still can.
I’m not the only one anticipating an afternoon off:
Late morning and we’re well into another big snowstorm today – our third in four weeks. The forecast for this weekend is a foot or two of snow followed by ten hours of freezing rain, then a whole pile of rain, then a hard freeze, all accompanied by 110 km/h winds. The thought of our inevitable power outage doesn’t bother me much since all my favourite activities – reading, knitting, rug hooking, snacking, sleeping – don’t require power anyway. I’m definitely in the minority, but I’ll take this over a heat wave any day.
me: Maybe I should take a brisk walk out to the river and back to get a bit of fresh air and clear out the cobwebs. But brisk, mind you, because I have a lot to do. Busy busy.
me, a few minutes later: I’ll just pick these raspberries first to eat on the way. Ooh, look at the big pawprints in the mud. Aw, now that’s a pretty leaf and, oh look, another one. And another one. And another. Oh wow, there are still so many weeds in bloom. Amazing. I’d better stop to take a picture of every single one. And pick a few to make a bouquet.
me, grumbling before bed: Why do I get so little done in a day? Stupid housework.
It’s still summer – STILL! IT NEVER ENDS! – and…big sigh.
My August is like everybody else’s February: I hate the sky, I’m sick of being trapped indoors and I can barely remember what it feels like to wake up with any enthusiasm whatsoever for a new day. I just keep plodding along, blinds down and A/C pumping, putting in the days, looking longingly at the calendar and telling myself things will start to improve in another month or so. Or will they? September is usually hot and sunny here, too. Blech.
On that cheery note, this made me laugh.
It is September 28, for Pete’s sake. In Nova Scotia. Canada. The Humidex should not be over 30 degrees. There shouldn’t even be a Humidex. I don’t ever want to hear a word from anybody ever again about how summer ends too soon.
