My world is covered in ice this morning. Trees. Bushes. Sidewalk. Driveway. Deck. Mailbox. They are all a mess. The sky is gray with no sign that the sun even exists, so there’s no sparkle going on with this layer of ice. Pity that. Shimmering light refracted from icy tree branches is beautiful to look at.
However, that’s not what we have going on here. Nope, what we have here is a gloomy, slippery mess. Ick.
This is one of those days when staying at home seems like the sane thing to do. I’m lucky that my lifestyle is flexible enough to allow me to do just that. So home for the day, it is– even though I had some other things planned.
However, plans change, don’t they? Often, in fact.
I’ve been putting off some boring cleaning projects. Closets. Cupboards. Cabinets. Not all of them, but some of them, could use a once over. So, I suppose, that today would be the day to start on these projects. The problem is that I dislike beginning things. I’m good at maintaining things after I get a something going and I’m good at concluding things when I must.
However, starting something new makes me a bit crazy and discombobulated. Always has.
That being as it may, I think that I’ve dawdled here for about as long as I can. What is a blog for if not to share your life with the world and to take stock of who you are? Granted, one hopes when one starts blogging that one’s life is so interesting and compelling that sharing it with the world becomes a moral imperative; but one learns early on that when one faces up to the dull realities of one’s life, one is left with two options. Either one must say nothing, or one can say whatever she likes using long sentences.
However, even long sentences can become tedious to write. So off I go to do something more productive. Probably.