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By ana (Mon Feb 09, 2015 at 05:24:43 PM EST) (all tags)
 ...and seeing what comes out, since, oh, 2002 or so.


 It's official, we have a metric shitload of snow. I'm front-loading my year's exercise. Get it all done in February and then coast the rest of the year.

Statistics: 4 snow days and one 2-hour delay in the past 3 weeks. Haven't heard about tomorrow yet. Something like 65" of snow, officially, in Boston. Which is a storm or so behind Wistah, sorry jimgon. The birdfeeder was about 2'6" off the ground; it had a wind-blown crater around it but otherwise was at grade level. So I rescued it and hung it up from a plant hanger hook over the front door.

Last week on a snowy day with a very slow, but possible, commute, I came home to a card from my brother's retirement complex. "Aren't you tired of shoveling snow?" it said. Yes. Yes, I am. Given how much of the job can be done working from home, why not live someplace nice??

Cat, just off a heavy day of napping next to the heater, wants dinner. Back in a bit.

And we're back. One downside of a big retirement complex is that it's like a cruise ship. That one had an outbreak of norovirus, so they were not letting visitors in for a while. Brother had it and recovered; it seems to have spread to the assisted living facility, and put Mom in the hospital. She moved back to the rehab floor yesterday. With some physical therapy she can probably move home in a week or so.

Anyway. I'm only 60. The neighbors are kind; I guess I'm elderly or something. So far, we're keeping up, one shovel wide curf in what seems like a 4' pile along where I'm convinced there once was a sidewalk. When I talked to the sales lady there, I told her it would be 2 to 5 years before I was ready. Today? I think I'd sign up for immediately. Not that I could get there now.

What I'd do with my time there is another problem. These snow days, I dig, and I veg in front of the computer until it's time to go dig again. It's not really a life.

Life goes on. It's longer now between bad days; I guess I'll survive. Have I shared this before? There's a pretty wonderful youtube vid of Joe Biden talking about grief to an organization of military survivors called TAPS. He makes the point that it's not that the bad days ever go away, but they do get farther between, and that's how you know you'll make it. If you're dealing with grief, I recommend listening to the whole thing.

Meanwhile, I suppose I should get on with the business of living my life, deciding what I want to do with my next few decades. I chose not to be involved in the pick-up choir this term, because I couldn't deal with the notion of going in for rehearsals in the snow. I don't really do fiction, as a consumer, either in books or drama. Dunno whether my attention span is gone, or if I'm unconsciously afraid of being reminded of something sad, triggered or whatever. Meanwhile, I write. Fiction, mostly; probably not readable by anybody else, but that's okay. Some creative nonfiction. A voice.
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Snow by jimgon (2.00 / 0) #1 Sat Feb 14, 2015 at 08:56:13 AM EST
i used to like winter. This year broke me. 




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I hear that. by ana (2.00 / 0) #2 Sat Feb 14, 2015 at 09:13:37 AM EST
 It's. just. too. much.

I now know what the noise that is usually spelled "lolwhut" sounds like. --Kellnerin

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Timing by jimgon (2.00 / 0) #3 Sat Feb 14, 2015 at 09:38:03 AM EST
If it was spread out it might not be so bad, but six feet in three weeks is just too constant. And today more, so another blown weekend. 




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