Snowbound. Not.
—-This morning I went on and on about how I would spend my time today, a
snowbound free spirit with a whole lotta nothin’ to do. (Read all about it in the blog
below, but only if you’ve nothing better to do, please!)
—-Clearly, though, I forgot who am. I had barely turned off the computer before I
was remembering the important things of life : my business, my customers, my
sources. And then I got to thinking about why I would let a little snow keep me away
from the bank where I had business more pressing than the visions of fireplaces, lap
cats and pots of soup that danced in my head. I needed to go to the bank. I needed a
money transfer sent to Europe. It really couldn’t wait. Not while I lured cats, who
would know I was up to no good, out of hiding. Not while I made soup. Soup? Who
am I kidding with that one?
—-So off I went, out into a beautiful white world. Really, the pleasure was all mine as,
alone on the road, I drove past woods full of those tall dark trees covered in snowball-like
blobs and pines edged in white. I was glad that I was taking care of a picker who has taken
care of me. It was the right thing to do.
—-One thing I didn’t do was try my cool vintage sweater-clad windshield scraper, a
favorite Christmas present that still seems too soft and pretty to use in such a way. Maybe
next time.
