I'm about to write off Winter. This season has always been one of my favorites, but that was back when we had regular snowfalls. (like my scrapbook tag says - "2003") ..We haven't had a regular snowfall in I-can't-remember-when. I mean 3 inches and above. I do not like this freezing weather.... don't enjoy it at all. OK... Maybe I have crossed the line on that. Guess it's an age thing and my bones and joints are no longer "weather friendly".Charles
was up early this morning. Must have been 20 outside. I stayed in bed. He has already taken a load of boxes to storage and is right at this minute working on another load. I DID tackle him long enough between loads to INSIST that he sit down for a few minutes.... so I was able to sit with him in front of the gas logs and our talk turned from kids and grandkids to talk about this dismal economy - the world economy and how and why we're in the mess we're in, in this country. He's so smart that way and I'm not. It's all such a huge complicated ball of wax. And it's getting scary, I'll have to admit. And I wonder about our grandchildren and how they will make it in life.Trust.... We must trust the Lord. I know that. And I DO trust Him, but I shutter to think that He's letting us have what we've wanted all
along in this country because of our greed. It leads to waste and it's something to think about.And you're probably wondering how on earth I got off on this, today. Charles
again.The man presses on, no matter the circumstance. He has been loading boxes since 8:00 this morning in the freezing cold. Had a sore throat last night but declares he's feeling better this morning. Has made no demands on me to get out there with him, yet that's where I want to be, BUT in warmer weather. Right now I want US to be sitting in our comfy chairs in front of the fire talking and planning our day for when it warms up a little out there. NOT pressing on in the bitter cold like like he's doing. Oh yes... he's getting things done, but I wish he were inside and warm. He just stuck his head in the door and I snapped this pic. Says "the temperature is soring"... right. It's up to 30 degrees now.... is telling me it's time to get ready - he's taking another load and I can help when he gets back.
I think the freezing temps. are freezing my brain..... or this house mess is getting to me. (LOL - yes, I can STILL laugh) and I KNOW I've been watching too much HGTV lately but that's another story for another day...
