Friday, February 8, 2013
We had snow last night, a bunch of it. Now, I am not a fan, but it really is pretty. I'm not sure how much we got here at my house, but a friend a city away measured over 13 inches at her house. I know we didn't get THAT much, because I shoveled most of it. I am surprised every year at how much I enjoy shoveling. I have always thought that I wasn't a very physical person but now, between the rock wall and the shovel, I'm thinking -- belatedly, for sure --- that I might have been wrong all these years.
I may also have gotten a little insight into why my grandchildren think I'm so danged old. My son called this morning, upset with me that I hadn't waited to have someone else shovel my driveway. Telling me I have to be more careful, that they would be happy to do it. I was torn between the sweetness of his concern and a knee-jerk denial of my age. As I told him, I'll be unable to do these things a whole lot sooner if I don't keep doing them. Even so, when I went back outside to finish the job, my sidewalks were already shoveled.
I was supposed to shoot with the guys today but they cancelled on me because of the snow. Sissies. So instead, I made a little pot of soup from some leftovers, and baked a few cookies from dough I froze last time I baked. I also made these cute little brown-paper candy packets for my grief group next week -- each one contains a handful of M&Ms and a little note.
Laundry, crafting, and watching a 'Great Course" lecture on psychology on DVD are passing my time, but I'd rather be out doing something more active. I am looking for a new hobby, and I really mean new -- preferably something that hasn't even occurred to me yet. Hopefully something that is physical and needs to be learned. And of course it will have to be something that I can do alone for the time being, because I am alone. On top of all that, I guess it will have to fall into my lap because, really, where do you look for something you don't know exists?! All I know is that, after a lifetime of telling myself all the things I'm not good at, I'm ready to keep proving myself wrong. I was surprised, as I think I've mentioned, at how quickly and easily I learned Morse Code, after always telling myself (or perhaps repeating what I'd been told) that I wasn't good at symbols. I'm hoping there are lots more surprises out there, just waiting for me.