We are known as a city of wimps about snow. I still love the Jim Borgman cartoon with a guy huddled in a blanket beside his furnace, surrounded by milk, bread and boxes of other supplies. That’s just about what we do, isn’t it?
I just stay home, nice and cozy. Makes sense to me, rather than being out un-rushing around from one traffic snarl to the next. I have shoveled parallel tire tracks down the driveway, so I could get out if I wanted to. And likely even get back in eventually. But why would I, until everything is much better?
I have lots of projects from my left brain and right brain to work on, there’s plenty of food, and I can always go out and shovel something or feed the birds if I require fresh air. The snow was so heavy the last couple of days that the cookie sheets and pie plates I sat on the snow to put bird feed on are just plain buried. And I have no idea where. So today, I raided the recycling bin, got out an empty organic lettuce container and a plastic tray from a burrito, and filled them with feed. And I put another deer block out, which the deer share with everyone.
Life is good. And I’m sure soon I’ll be back out in the world. Meantime, warm and cozy works for me.