Wow.
Is it really January 22?
I swear I have not seen the sun in 21
days. I was just about to go on Amazon and search for 'stylish light hat'.
except for the lack of ice, this bleakness truly belongs to January |
It has been such a dreary January, I
was actually sort of looking forward to the ICE STORM of the CENTURY
which was predicted for our area last weekend. Even that was a thankful disappointment, leaving only a treacherous coating of ice
on the deck which I walk across every morning in my robe and snow
boots to feed the birds. I make quite a picture on a good day, but
add in the slipping and flailing and well, good thing Rob doesn't
have a good camera on his phone... Today a pale yellow sun actually
shined down for approximately four hours and it was warm enough that,
wrapped in a sweater, I ate my lunch on the deck while JoeyKatt
monitored the perimeter for stray chickadees.
What a welcome change.
Which is how the New Year always hits
me.
Fresh, clean and ripe for change.
I was hoping to make my Word of the
Year 'fulfillment'.
As in, fulfilling those things I keep
saying I want to do: write daily, exercise daily, lose fifteen
pounds, read more...
But the Universe put a great big
International Symbol for NO on that plan by hitting me with several
weird, random nearly anaphylactic episodes.
This has resulted in the realization
that I am a terrible patient. Even though I have spent over half my
life as a nurse, I have been depressed, tearful, angry, obstinate,
pissy, anxious and did I mention pissy?
Today has been a good day. Thanks to
the sunshine, breakfast with the family, enough anti-histamine to
send a meth-head to Walter White Mountain.
I have been doing yoga nearly every
day. And if you count writing in my food log, that writing thing is
back on track...
I have so many things to bring back to
the Coast of Illinois – more of the Keys, a new 'floating' project,
some interesting books – I think my new Word of the Year will be:
Hopeful
I am hopeful that I will get back on track with the
writing.
I am hopeful that, thanks to the evil diet I am
following to prevent more Stay-Puft episodes, I will lose that last
15 pounds before this summer's vacation.
I am hopeful that the two story pile of books on my
desk will decrease before that poor bottom book becomes nothing more
than a crushed piece of cardboard.
And after watching the streets of St. Louis, Chicago, New York, The
World, fill with women and men of all colors and creeds to peacefully
bring attention to the need to protect women's/everyone's rights, I
am hopeful that we, as Americans, can come together to
facilitate change in a peaceful productive manner.
Happy
New Year
from
The
Coast of Illinois
Harvey would like you to know that is actual greenery sprouting behind him. Not some terrible end product of a distressing GI illness. |