Snow days mean I can sleep in a few hours more after the snow chain call, and I actually get enough rest to make up for all the hours I am up with night sweats. I get to take a long steamy shower instead of feeling like I ran through a car wash. I eat my breakfast when I am hungry, and it lasts past noon. I work on the taxes with relaxation while I watch a movie. I might do some house beautification, which is my new mindful way of saying house cleaning. I spend some time listing art or paper in my Ebay and Etsy shops, do some marketing or searching for shows to consider, and I try and get out to the studio for a bit to make art. Late afternoon we start a fire. I cook a pot of soup or some conglomeration of veggies and I love every wonderful moment of this gift of a day.
Oh, and did I mention, I get to blog - one of my loves - too often cast into the back seat of life.
And then, when the fire dies out, the last piece of chocolate devoured, I crash. I realize that all this time off comes with a price, and that price is going to be a loss of my Easter break, which this year, is late enough for me to get garden prep work done to be ready for the peas and the greens.
I dread actually getting UP at six, instead of answering the phone and going back to sleep. I dread the kids who will be as cranky as I am, and know I will have to figure out something to make us all feel better about what we are doing together at 8:15 in the morning with me saying TIME TO MAKE ART, while our hands and faces bear creases - evidence of deep sleep.
But the day is young, and I won't go there yet. There is still so much to do and enjoy yet....
patti o snowed in
Amaryllis which was given to me as a bulb for xmas. Love the color and now am working on some paper whites.