My Mind Is a Dangerous Place in Still Listening to Spirit

I have too much time to think, I think... odd bits of odd memories accost me at the oddest times lately. Some memories so embarrassing I still cringe inside at the remembering. Some memories so bitter, I feel my face grow hot and my heart beat faster with anger. Some so sweet and delicious I want to roll around in them luxuriating in the feeling. My mind mulls over regrets and I push these away quickly.

I remind myself that each and every experience contributed to my being the me I have become.

I recognize this 'state' as I write about it--I am in the void, in between. My crocheting is done. I am waiting on buttons to sew on each towel top. I will do that, then use the tagger to attach the towels to pot holders/oven mitts to them and I am done. Eric was kind enough to locate this for me and deliver it to the van in the driveway -- it's like our mailbox so no one knocks on the door and disturbs the dogs and us.

I want to get out to the quilt trailer to begin my blouse decoration and size adjustments. There is nothing but solid ice between the back gate and the trailer, frozen solid and bumpy because of the dogs' trampling it down but not completely.

Oh, and the Iditarod is turning into a really dangerous race for the mushers. Broken leg, sprained ankles, a knee that 'popped out' and had to be stabilized. There is comment on FB that Hugh Neff cut himself badly with an ax trying to repair a sled runner.

Each musher has been provided with a 'help' beacon and several mushers have activated theirs for rescue. What a great improvement over having to wait for another musher to come by, help or go for help, cuts down on time out in the cold suffering while waiting for help.

Snowless trails, one stretch of 75+miles, are wrecking sleds and causing mushers to tumble, stumble and get injured. The dogs? They don't care if there's snow. They are just has happy to pull a 4-wheeler down dirt roads in the summer as they are to run on snowy trails in the winter. Hard to stop them running when there is no snow, the brake grabs the snow and the snow hook is thrown out like an anchor to hook into the snow and stop the dogs....with no snow, they are more difficult to stop.

Those who pray, please send up one for the mushers out on the difficult snowless trails the Iditarod is running on this year. The race is dangerous and difficult with a good snowpack on the trail. It appears it could turn deadly without the snow.

Anyway, back to me because---it IS all about me.

I told Hub today that I felt completely lazy and useless. He said "I'm sorry. Thank goodness you don't HAVE to do anything."

I laughed and said "Oh, I am enjoying it really, I was just commenting on how I feel."

We still have clear sunny days and cold starry nights. It is lovely to wake up with the temp upstairs in the upper 50's and then have the sun shine through the south facing door and windows to warm it up to the 70's in an hour or two.

Copy is enjoying the sunshine. I put her sling chair in front of the door and move it around as the sun moves. However, yesterday and today, she was already stretched out in the sun on the floor and I did not provide the chair. She laid on her back with her back legs extended out, her front legs bent at the 'wrists', motionless. She looks like a dang otter floating on its back when she does this.

I'm done for now, blessed be!