Snow Day

It snows again. The white is startling and pretty. It’s not as lovely as it was a couple of months ago because we’re kind of sick of it by now, but it makes for a good day to hunker down. I’m grateful for the opportunity.

Gerry has a man cold, so he’s been hunkering for a few days already. We bring up the 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle that’s been languishing unfinished downstairs since we went on vacation and work in companionable quiet on it. It feels like December with no stress. Kind of nice.

Later I read (I’ve gotten better at setting busyness aside and doing this in the middle of the day), tend to some book-related work, lose two chess games, and make something different for supper. It’s turns out to be a quiet, last-hurrah-of-winter kind of day.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects. Coming Summer 2020: The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved.
2 comments
  1. Linda, you make solitude sound so easy. I know it takes a lot of planning and effort to make it happen.I love how you describe you and Getty sitting “in companionable silence” Thank you for another lovely reflection.

    1. Thanks for stopping by, Kathy. Hoping you’re enjoying some peaceful days too.

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