It began snowing late yesterday afternoon. I watched the soft flurries blowing sideways by the wind and snowdrifts carpeting the ground.
This morning we have a carpet of snow. In Oklahoma, this means most will try to stay in, as we aren’t accustomed to more than a few days of snow in one calendar year.
As I prepared the kittie’s food, from various windows I saw dog walkers bent against the cold. Their dogs were excited and tugging at their leashes.
I saw birds pecking at the trees and the snow.
Listening To Piano Music:
I am listening to the CD that was already in the Crosley CD player when it was moved. I’ve listened to it quite a few times now over the past few days.
I unearthed the rest of the CDs yesterday and must find a place for them today so I can switch that one out.
I didn’t get all that much done yesterday. Looking around me, I see so very much to do.
But I tire easily these days, probably just from the strain of the move. Getting everything prepared to go and then moving here. The cold seems to be seeping into my bones.
“The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.”
This morning as I opened the blinds behind my chair, I saw something I had not noticed before on the tree outside. This tin frog is attached to the tree bark.
As I unpack this and that, I have to adjust what I already had in place to accommodate things I had forgotten about. This is of course all part of the moving process.
Thank You For Your Kind Comments:
Your comments have meant so much to me. So many people caring about me and rooting for me who’ve never met me and probably never will.
The fact that you come to visit me here never ceases to amaze me.
“A friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face.”
– Maya Angelou
You begin a blog and don’t realize the ramifications where it may lead. That you will meet people online whom you enjoy conversing with and form friendships you never considered possible before.
This blog will be 13 years old in April, though as you know I lost the first four years. That used to bother me a lot, losing all that. But now I look at it in a different way.
Those were hard years. Married to someone I thought I knew, but obviously did not.
From 2009, when I began writing Cozy Little House until 2013, I found myself getting a divorce, moving to Tulsa to be near my girls, and trying to adjust to a new place and being single again.
Those were the years when I was struggling to ground myself. To find a place I felt comfortable. And to get my bearings.
The years when I felt myself stumbling and finding ways to right myself in a new environment.
Then I moved to the previous apartment in 2014. And the rest of the posts from 2013 and 2014 through 2021 were of my decorating that one-bedroom apartment and the fenced patio outside.
They were the years when I saw the complex where I lived going downhill and continuing on the decline. No new owner and there was more than one, seemed to care at all about the property.
It was distressing to watch things falling apart right in front of you.
Leaving My Beloved Patio Behind:
When I left last week, I walked away from that beloved patio for the last time. I tried not to think of the raised bed where I’d planted perennials that came back every year.
I tried not to look at the various pots too big for me to handle that I had to leave behind. Come March or April, those perennials would have been coming up.
I try not to think of those plants that were well-rooted and established as I look forward and try to figure out an arrangement for my container gardens near the patio here.
I keep telling myself that life is one long road of winding curves.
That no one tends to stay in the same place and moving forward is just part of life’s journey.
“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we’re curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.”