WALKING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND .....

This is the kind of day that makes me feel glad to be in the Northeast. As much as I say I want to pack it in and move to San Fran or to some other artsy-fartsy place .... I surprise even myself on days like this. I woke up this morning to four inches of beautiful, undisturbed white on the ground, on the roofs, on the trees. Not a track to be found. And it's still not over. The snow isn't expected to stop until six o'clock tonight and by all counts we're expected to end with about nine inches of the white stuff. Spouse and I are feigning for the slopes but Christmas is coming and this is no time to drop $250 bucks for a one day event. I'm kicking myself for not buying the skiis we saw two years ago but the truth is we really haven't been getting much snow. We didn't ski last year and if memory serves me right I think we only went once the previous year.

So I turned on my notebook this morning and did some work on my novel and the peace and quiet was just beautiful. It's the kind of weather that slows things down....in a good way. Schools are closed and no one's expecting you to be anywhere by any time.
I'm still in my jammies and it's almost noon and I don't even give a darn.

On another note, I received my certified return receipt yesterday for the grant packet I sent in last week. I'm so proud of myself I don't know what to do. In the midst of all that I juggle in the course of twenty four hours I'm glad to even be an applicant. And an essay I wrote was published this week in a regional writer's magazine. So all that's left is to complete this draft in the next few weeks and I can call this year a blast.

Off I go to the outdoors to knock my six year old up-side the head with a few snowballs.

be well. be love(d).