Winter Doldrums
I feel like I should write an update of some kind, but the truth is there's not a whole lot happening 'round these parts. Ed is watching Harry Potter on TV, and I'm surfing the 'Net.
The kids are still at Grandma and Grandpa Miller's, having spent the past two days there. We are very fortunate that Ed's folks like to keep the boys for a day or two. When they visit, it helps Mom Miller think about something else other than her anxiety, and it gives Ed and I some much-needed quiet. I always miss our handsome boys while they're gone, but my brain really needs that break. As I get older, I'm not as tolerant to all the noise and hubbub. I try to deal with it the best I can, but it isn't easy. How ironic that I work at a school, huh?
Snow is coming down in big flakes and adding more to the thick blanket we already have on the ground. Just over six weeks of winter left. It seems an eternity right now, but I always get the doldrums about this time of year. Winter is just not my favorite season. Snow is pretty for a time, but then it becomes a hassle more than anything. I get tired of looking at it and trying to drive in it. I need the sun, the warmth, and the lush greenery of trees, flowers, and gardens. I just keep trying to look for the beauty winter brings and to remind myself of its purpose.
And with that, I've run out of anything else to write about.
Until later....
The kids are still at Grandma and Grandpa Miller's, having spent the past two days there. We are very fortunate that Ed's folks like to keep the boys for a day or two. When they visit, it helps Mom Miller think about something else other than her anxiety, and it gives Ed and I some much-needed quiet. I always miss our handsome boys while they're gone, but my brain really needs that break. As I get older, I'm not as tolerant to all the noise and hubbub. I try to deal with it the best I can, but it isn't easy. How ironic that I work at a school, huh?
Snow is coming down in big flakes and adding more to the thick blanket we already have on the ground. Just over six weeks of winter left. It seems an eternity right now, but I always get the doldrums about this time of year. Winter is just not my favorite season. Snow is pretty for a time, but then it becomes a hassle more than anything. I get tired of looking at it and trying to drive in it. I need the sun, the warmth, and the lush greenery of trees, flowers, and gardens. I just keep trying to look for the beauty winter brings and to remind myself of its purpose.
And with that, I've run out of anything else to write about.
Until later....