I've heard 1-3 inches, heard 3-5. It's after 10 p.m. and I just looked outside - nothing yet. I wanted to watch a little of it before bed but I don't think I can wait up much longer. Sleep is rapidly overtaking me.
I like to watch the snow. I sit at the back windows, facing the lake, and sip a cup of tea or mug of hot chocolate while the flakes drift lazily to the ground. The contrast between the cold air coming off the windowpane and the warmth in my cup is sharp but comforting.
Sometimes a cat joins me at the windows, but it's ok to sit there alone. I like the sound of wintery silence, to watch the snow fall but not hear it.
If there's enough on the ground tomorrow, maybe I'll make a snow angel.
- Antiope
Recently I found a small stack of letters Theseus wrote to me when he was in basic training. Reading through them made me happy - Theseus can be very sweet and sensitive when he wants to be. ;)
But we haven't sent each other any letters since he's been deployed; traditional paper letters can take over a week to make it across the Atlantic. We are able to talk on the phone every day, and most days we also exchange messages on Facebook. As our time on the phone is limited, we use these messages to hold longer discussions, exchange passwords and other important information, communicate sudden ideas or thoughts that normally could be sent via text message or quick phone call. The messages have become an essential means of interaction; each morning, the very first thing I do is check for anything he sent while I was sleeping.
Somewhere out there is my little farm - a house and a barn, some chickens and a couple of goats. There's a lake (or just a stream), rows of vegetable plants, homemade apple cider and fresh berries. My husband. I don't need anything else.
And I can forget about the craziness in the rest of the world.
:(
- Antiope
...for mismatched kitchenware.
You will find me at the yard sale, Goodwill, Salvation Army, flea market, sorting through stacks of unwanted dishes or digging through containers of discarded flatware to find the lone piece that belongs in my collection.
She gave me my plaque, wrapped in gold paper, and suddenly her face was red and her eyes were wet and she was turning away from me.
Because tomorrow I start demobilizing.
I won't lie, I've learned a lot in my two years with this unit, but I have to wonder if it's been at the sake of my happiness and, honestly, my health. I wasn't exaggerating when I said that place is (those people are) toxic. Hopefully in a couple weeks I'll feel better. I know I need to spend some time meditating and trying to release all the stress and frustration that has built up in my neck, back and shoulders. I've found a yoga studio not far from my house, maybe that will help, too.
This is not an interesting post, either. But I made a promise that I'd try to post something every day for the rest of July, so although it is nearly 11 pm and my hands smell like salad dressing and my eyes are burning, here I am with you fine people.
I hope you are happy.
I've been thinking a lot about the way I think - specifically, trying to be more open minded to things I normally would dismiss.
This actually started as something of a New Year's resolution (I never do this) to try to diversify my closet. One day I looked in there at all the grey t-shirts and vowed to change. Since then, I've managed to buy a bunch of (non t-shirt) shirts that look great on me that, 6 months ago, I wouldn't have looked twice at on the rack. I'm currently rehabbing my shoe buying tendencies (helped along by the generous Meridith) and eventually I'm going to get to my endless collection of jeans.
After work I finally took the bag of soggy kitchen scraps outside to the compost bin, but not before digging through the fridge for more old produce. Into the compost went an entire, unopened bag of turnips, one of lettuce, and one of baby carrots. I also threw in a mostly full bag of green grapes, a cucumber, a lemon and half an onion.
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