|Quality time for us is splitting wood together.|
|which we did on Saturday.|
|Who, by the end, thought they were gonna die.|
The snowflakes are falling again from the sky, as they have many times this winter so far, but this time they are so tiny and so vast that you barely see that it is snowing- rather, it is more like a foggy haze that causes one to wonder Are they snowflakes? Or is it fog?
The deep snow that cascaded into the tops of my boots this morning attests to the former.
Matt is away again for ANOTHER entire week- a double header! This time, to Colorado (Hi Mandie! I begged him to bring me so I could see you but he wouldn't! xox!). He is cruel and mean to leave me twice and I won't forgive him until he gets back safely.
What this means, my friends, is that we are, quite literally, SNOWED IN because while I have learned many things since becoming Matt's wife, one thing that I have not yet learned is how to run a tractor. The driveway will remain unplowed until he comes home and I will hope that any amount of depth in the snow will simply act as an extra insulation for the house.
All is as well as can be considering my better half has been MIA from my life for two weeks straight though. Our quality time between last weeks' trip out of town and this one consisted of a Saturday splitting wood together and a Sunday drive into church...which, admittedly, is a long one.
We have enough wood. We have enough food. I can be happily stranded in my own home for as long as is necessary. Being 'stuck' at home is actually, in my mind, always pleasant, since this tends to be my favorite place to be anyhow.
The biggest problem that I am having right now is that I have struck my Mattie-is-gone brick wall in which I feel completely uninspired to do anything at all. The irony of this, of course, is that now is when I could be most productive if given a bit of gumption. Cook? no. Do school? don't wanna. Write letters? Too depressing. Make soap? Nah.
I could probably finish oodles of projects, write tons of letters, begin all those oft pushed aside (because there is never enough to do them) things that I neglect all the rest of the time. But no. I just want to wear my pink bathrobe and will the time to pass more swiftly. Can it be time for bed yet? It's a good thing there are no doughnuts in the house...I would eat my weight of them.
Somehow, I have to rally up some initiative. Get a bit of gumption. Pull myself up by my bootstraps.
Or maybe...I could just go back to bed.