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Tuesday, January 27, 2004
posted by Carol at
6:12 PM (Pacific)
Tuesday, January 27th 10:30am
Here I sit at the foot of my bed, journal open on my lap, watching the crisp black words flow down my arm and onto the page via my bright shiny new pen.
The scene out my bedroom window is the classic picture of winter. White ground, black trees, grey sky, gray-white light with swirls of flakes, white flakes, dancing gently past my window frame. Even the evergreen trees that guard my neighbors property lines are wearing coats of dusty green-gray.
I like to walk outside in weather like this. The world is hushed, muffled and still. The crunch of my boots upon the snow the only sound other than an occasional scrape of a neighbors snow shovel on a drive or the muted growl of a car venturing down the main county road. Only man seems to be awake today. The rest of nature sleeps tucked under the fluffy down of fresh snow, rocked to sleep by the breath of the wind as it smoothes the fallen snow into deep, creamy white sheets.
That wasn't bad, cheesy but not bad.
At least now I can write. Before I couldn't. I couldn't write, didn't want to move or even think, content just to sit on the sofa and stare at the window and watch the snow fall. It's a lovely snow today, a nice snow, a gentle snow just piles of soft friendly white flakes, little blowing, no ice, just snow. The kind that makes you want to cuddle up under a blanket, drink cocoa all day and watch it pile and pile up.
I'm a stinky mess. My home is a mess. I am pinned to the bed by fatigue. I am content to pad from room to room, window to window, sofa to bed wearing my pajamas all day long.
The housework calls accusingly. The dishes in the sink and the crumbs on the counter smirk as I pass, hissing words at me-
Slob
Slug
Lazy a**
good-for-nothing
I sigh.
Let them yell, let the dishes pile up and the laundry go un-done and may the dust drift as high inside as the snow is drifting outside.
It will wait.
I'll shower first. Wash my hair with lavender shampoo, bathe my body with ylang-ylang and patchouli, rub my face with olive oil and sugar, coat my hair with shea butter, scent my skin with roses and done my warmest-cosiest clothes.
Later in the day~
It is fitting that my youngest sons 11th birthday is accompanied today by the largest snow fall of the season.
