Friday, December 22, 2017

A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder.

Susan Orlean

We head out early to pick up a few things. It’s starting to snow lightly and by the time we’re on the highway toward town there’s some pretty serious snow coming down. I send a quick text to Gerry’s sister who, with her husband, is driving this way from the coast. I’m afraid it might be a hairy trip for them with all this snow.

We head up the hill toward Costco. The traffic is heavy and Costco is, predictably, a zoo.  We survive and make our way, in the falling snow, to better things at my favourite place—Chapters.

My handsome date suggests a coffee—who am I to argue with that? There isn’t a lineup and in no time flat I have a Pumpkin Spice Latte in my hand and am losing myself in bookshelves. Talk about simple happy!

Later, as we’re leaving, I mention how much I enjoyed our time there and my wise husband suggests we do it more often: a date at Chapters followed by a short walk and lunch at our favourite sushi restaurant afterward. I like how he thinks.

The snow falls heavier and we decide to postpone a stop at the grocery store in favour of the sanctuary of home. There, we have a round of dueling snow shovels before heading inside to enjoy lunch and a game of Qwirkle (the house favourite).

The afternoon passes gently: a haircut and bath for Maya, a bit of light housework, mixing together another batch of those dang Nuts and Bolts, a bit of light housework, and another round of dueling snow shovels. Finally Gerry, who is still dealing with a cold, heads for a nap.

As the afternoon grows darker on this the shortest day of the year, I sit in the light of the non-traditional tree: a pile of books on the table beside me,  a Yorkie in the chair to me, and I am content. One of the sweetest gifts of the season is turning out to be simple happy dates with my husband. These are the kinds of days I dreamed about when I was over stressed and much too busy in the corporate world.

It’s a good life we’ve been blessed with.

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Today, looking forward to an overnight visit from our son as he heads home for the holidays.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.

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