Snowy Monday And Doorbells

Snowing harder now.

• We kept hearing from people at church yesterday that there was a huge storm coming.  Would start in the afternoon before we left church.  Nope.  Nothing.

Then about 7 or so in the evening it started to lightly snow.  Figured we'd get about a couple inches the way it was coming down.

There is a car under there.

Woke up to a totally white wonderland.  As often happens here:  it rains first, then turns to snow so there's a layer of ice under the snow.  Or the ground is a bit warmer than the air - still a layer of ice under the snow.  Which is what we found when we went out at 7 to shovel.  Took us an hour, even with the help of the John Deere's snow-pusher blade.  The branches on the pines in the back are so heavily laden with snow they're resting on the ground.  I hope they don't break.

From her daugher-in-law

Not three hours later, we'd had another 4 inches.  And it's snowing harder than ever.  I'm glad we did the wet heavy stuff first.  It'll make the next shovel-session easier.  At least that's what I'm hoping for.

Yum!

• Saturday morning (while I was at my "morning best" - showered but no make-up, hair not curled, still in my robe) our neighbor arrived to ring our doorbell.  They're taking a last-minute trip to the kids'. Could I bring in their mail for the next 9 days or so?  "Oh, and since we're leaving, would you like to enjoy the last bit of life from these roses? My daughter-in-law brought them to me for Valentine's day and they'll be completely gone before we return." They really are lovely.  And I think our neighbor is so lucky.  Not because she has roses, but who gave them to her.

• The doorbell rang again later on.  A family that The Husband home teaches had just returned from Hawaii.  They were bringing us a fresh pineapple from Oahu.  Tastes fabulous.

• The third time the doorbell sounded was our granddaughter dropping in for a quick visit.  We all sat around the kitchen counter and chatted about random stuff.  How lovely to see her.

• I've been a bit weird lately.  Feeling (again and it feels like way too often) inadequate.  Full of anxiousness and concern.  Haven't been able to discover where this is coming from.  But I'm working on that part because I want to eliminate it, I dislike feeling "less than" or discouraged.

And today I'm grateful it's a stay-at-home day.  I don't care to be out and about when it's so cold and windy and the snow is coming down hard in a horizontal fashion. Dinner might be interesting- haven't a clue what we'll have, but I'm thinking that's just fine.

I'm grateful for a warm snug home, that feels good when we're here.  I'm grateful for plenty of snow shovels, even the blade on the John Deere.  (That John Deere is nearly 17 years old - so glad it's still plugging along!!) I'm grateful for a good supply of hot chocolate, and who knows, I might even make some cookies (that new-to-me recipe has been calling out to me) and for warm socks and for the luxury of just staying at home if I want.  I'm grateful for hugs from The Husband.  For something good to read.  And I'm thinking that I'm going to work on that cheerful attitude that I'm desiring.