I was still snuggled under covers when I heard a sound hitting my window that I had long ago learned would be the sound of the snow blower throwing its burden against my apartment. My step dad came over early yesterday morning to plow my driveway. He had probably set out to clear four or five driveways with the blower after working an over night shift.
Although groggily awake at this point, it was still too early for me to rise. Instead I remained in the soft warmth- feeling that special bliss that comes from being partially awake yet knowing there was no need to get up- until I drifted back to sleep. When I eventually woke for the day, pleased to have such a joyful disposition, I rubbed my eyes, stretched, then rubbed Kayla's belly before placing my feet on the floor.
Every morning I walk to the curtains hanging from my front picture window to let the light of the day permeate the residual darkness. I was surprised to see that the roads, cars and bushes were buried under snow. A look out at my driveway proved the same sight*. Hadn't someone just been in my driveway clearing the snow away?, I pondered.
I proceeded to call my step-dad to ask him if he had been out snow blowing this morning. Indeed he had. I retorted that, "I wouldn't know it." This was not at all in complaint, but in amusement and wonderment at the amount of snow that fell in just a few short hours. He agreed and said that he thought that that might be the case, but since he was getting home shortly before most people would be getting up to leave for work, that he would take care of their driveways at least for that time. He had seen his neighbor to the left beginning to shovel away at her driveway, which prompted him to get started. He does this for fun and to be helpful. I am grateful to have such thoughtful neighbors (and family!) He again went over some of our driveways shortly before dusk.
Playing in the snow is usually a great pastime of mine, however, the single digits are a bit much for me.If I am out, I am fine in it, but if I have the choice-- I don't want to leave my front porch. Gratefully I have a very comfortable apartment with all sorts of activities to amuse myself with. I do want to get outside for a walk and to take pictures-- its the nature aspect of my life that I am missing. Until then, I find other elements to delight me.
I refreshed my oil and acrylics and even purchased a few new brushes. I dusted off my easels and have begun to think about what I want to create. Perhaps a 'happy little tree' or maybe a splatter job like that of jackson pollock. Not sure yet, but the main thing is to just get started. Its been so long..
I have a few books that I am eager to buy along with some new music that I have been recently introduced to. The artist is Seay (pronounced, Say) and has a calming effect such that of Enya. If you like her, you will be pleased with Seay. Two CDs have been released by her of which just one I have been able to locate to order (short of ordering from her site). So, I was able to special order the one- and to my pleasure, the cd is available for pick up. I might just do that tomorrow. The other release will come along at a later time.
Today was great- each day has been really neat- finding things, figuring things out, things coming to me.. I'm really at a loss for words- not that I need them. Its just an amazing time and I am loving it. I am open to anything..
And so, I wrap up my day with reading a little from one of the many books that I am reading. Sometimes I don't make it far before feeling the deep pull into sleep. Whichever happens, both is nice.

stay warm , be well, snuggle when you can!
~Carey

• I find myself frequently writing "site" for "sight"- sometimes I catch it, i am sure often I don't.