The white stuff is falling from the heavens again as I write this. Our little woodstove in the corner is blazing away, trying to keep the frigid air from seeping through the cracks. It’s already been a long winter, with snow covering the ground since October. And the weather forecasters tell us it will be another cold week, with temperatures in the single digits and below. My one consolation is that because of my post-operative status, I don’t feel at all guilty about staying indoors and staying warm. Thank goodness I no longer have to make the daily trek to work or to anywhere else for that matter. Some may ask, “But aren’t you bored?”
Not while I have my trusty laptop computer and my shelves full of books yet to be read. And of course, I’m still working on my family history. As it’s been said, “No genealogy is ever complete!” There will always be new-found relatives and memorable stories to add to my collection. And while I know it may sound like I’m on my way to early senility, I love nothing better than to watch the lively little chickadees at our backyard feeder, while I enjoy my morning coffee. Their energy amazes me, and their crazy antics can only lift my spirits.
A Fiesty Little Chickadee
Also, I continue to write my weekly column for our local newspaper, the Boonville Herald. That usually takes several hours each week, although I must confess, I am running out of topics to write about. When I started writing it (the second time around) the editor wanted me to write mostly about Boonville. But, as I just confessed, I’m no longer out and about, so it’s hard to know what’s happening in the area. Thus, I’m usually faced with mid-weekly writer’s block, and it’s sometimes a chore to put 500 words together in a column that makes sense.
