Avalanches, 100 car pile-ups on ice, mudslides, flooding, and Niagara Falls is frozen; I hate to imagine what else is in store for this winter that won’t quit. Knowing how the dismal weather is affecting me, my deepest sympathy is extended to all of the teachers and parents whose kids are infected with spring fever right now.
The ice that blankets the forest has kept me inside for a marathon of afghan yarn unraveling so I can finally report that the first afghan is no more. The new one is progressing nicely. My son-in-law said it will be like a twice baked potato – even better than the first time.
Packing is coming along too, but I have come to the conclusion, I will never do it again – not by my choice anyway. I will simply run away or light my stuff on fire and walk out the door. I can’t tell you how many books and cups I have given away and I still have too many books and cups.
I will admit that I was letting the image of de-constructing my home overwhelm me. I wasn’t finishing the thought by mentally filling the new home with my things. This is kind of hard to explain – but it is a two-part process, packing the stuff away and unpacking it again for a new beginning. My mind was stopping in the “everything is gone” middle and leaving me with a giant, depressing hole of nothing. I don’t even know how that happened, but I finally got mad at myself and the light bulb turned on. I’m not ending – I’m beginning. Way better!!! I don’t know how I got stuck in the middle but I am sure glad to have come out on the other side. I’m reminded of the old saying my father-in-law used to say, “When you’re stuck in the mud, hang on to the cow’s tail and she’ll drag you out the other side.” Of course, he was talking about tough economic times, but I think it works for any situation. Hang in there, spring is coming.