Hello Snow in Everyday Ramblings

This is my birdbath. I bring it in and clean it every morning before I fill it. That is my coat rack to the left and Carlo to the right. The forecast was for “mixed precipitation”. Umm, nothing mixed here; it is snowing hard and sticking. Of all the days in the holiday corridor though, this is the best one to have it as most folks are indulging in an at home regroup day before returning to work.

There are some new neighbors down in the next block with a rambunctious St Bernard puppy. Oh gosh, he was having a blast, much to the consternation of his groggy girl person on his morning walk.

I ventured out to the vestibule (one nice neighbor brought the papers in) for my Sunday Times but that is about it…

My massage was heavenly. Heated table, flannel sheets, she did a lot of work on my neck. And much to my chagrin, because I teach progressive abdominal engagement on exhale as a way to strengthen and support one’s lower back she suggested that I may be losing that engagement when I walk for say three miles and my sacrum just slightly tilts up, shortening the lumbar curve and referring a kind of achiness to my mid-back.

Apparently when I get a little tired I get a little lazy.

I took the bus home.

It was so cold yesterday (and while I am making great progress in my rain protocol so I can basically be out in it and comfortable that cutting cold east wind yesterday)…I need glove liners and a balaclava.

These are the kind of days that make retirement seem so appealing.

I like that work makes me keep my tech skills up and that keeps my brain relatively nimble so I am grateful for that but I do so love these days when I can drift and putter and read and listen to wondrous things amazing folks create.

All the buildings I can see from my window here were constructed in the 1880s and I think about what it was like in the snow for the folks that lived here then. The beautiful apartment house on the corner has patterned glass-lidded coal chutes so the wagon could pull right up and shovel coal into the basement.

Folks would still be hitching up the big horses at the stables here even though it is Sunday. Layer upon layer of history. Now, of course there are cars, though not many today. It does look like the Evangelicals that own the former Temple now are going to have a service.

Before my irreplaceable older sister became too ill to crochet she made me this adorable cover for my hot water bottle with a couple of buttons on the bottom. Kes has one too, after admiring mine) Even though it is only 10 in the morning now I am going to go fill it up and snuggle in with the cats and read and listen to audiobooks and podcasts and drink tea laced with local honey.

If my Fitbit were sentient I think it might be a bit disappointed in my activity level today.

Oh well.

Last updated January 03, 2016