Snow storm Izzy dropped about eight inches of snow on us Sunday afternoon and evening.
Mr. Aitch used the snowblower on most of the driveway and then we both shoveled what the snow plow left at the bottom of the driveway. It was heavy and compacted with a crusty layer on top.
Mr. Aitch commented to the neighbor across the street that he would hire her three kids (ages 12, 9, and 5) to shovel our snow in a year or two. Her comment was that they didn’t want to help her shovel their driveway. Um, excuse me? We didn’t have a choice when I was a kid as to whether or not we “wanted” to shovel snow. With only one shovel in our house all of us had to take turns clearing off the driveway and sidewalk.
2022 is only three days old and new enough to still wish everyone a happy start to the year.
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything and once again WordPress has changed a few things around on this end. If things don’t look right, I’ll do my best to fix them.
2020 and 2021 are behind us. Thank you, Lord! Let’s hope and pray that the pandemic porn and craziness in the world ends and we get back to normal living. You do your life and I’ll do mine.
This is a new year. So many people designate a “Word of the Year” and try to focus on that word for the next 365 days. I’ve not done that but if I had to pick a Word of the Year, it would be “light”. I want to lighten up my attitude, thoughts, surroundings, and body.
Spontaneity is light, overplanning is not. Looking forward is light, ruminating the past is not. Painting the cement block walls in the basement is light, leaving them as is, is not. Clean dust-free surfaces are light, clutter is not. Eating less and healthier is light, overindulging is not. Walking is light, being a couch potato is not.
Do you have a Word of the Year? If so, what is it? Do you consciously focus on it each day?
I’ve known this man since he was four years old. His mother and I took turns carpooling him and my daughter to preschool many years ago. I’ve since lost touch with them though I occasionally see his father at the market.
Jonathan was at the Pentagon on September 11, 2001. Here is a link to his story.