Most of the day I kept thinking, “I really hate snow.” I realize that just writing those words could make me really unpopular. But, I was kind of dreading the mud puddles on the floor, the piles (and I mean big piles) of shoes, socks, gloves, and coats. The crying. I hate the way snow days often feel chaotic and messy and wet rather than cozy. Sometimes they make me feel anxious because I can’t seem to look past the extra work. I guess I just have a hard time rolling with it. Finally I put on a coat and hat myself and decided to take a walk while Job was napping. Okay, I guess I don’t hate snow. I actually really like, maybe love, it. It’s a real luxury to take a lonely walk in a snowy forest. Possibly worth the muddy melting part soon to come and all the extra laundry.
(photos of me and Trudy taken by Keats)