First Snowfall

Here I am, stranded in my little house-on-a-slab by six inches of snow.  First snow of the season.
It's January.  It's Indiana.  No big deal.

Bless his heart, my neighbor across the street came over yesterday afternoon to use his snowblower to create a path behind my car and on the sidewalk up to my door.  He does this out of the goodness of his heart.  I've never, ever asked.  More snow came down on what he plowed, but not all that much.  When I decide to venture out, I will have to dig out my own vehicle, but my neighbor did the big stuff!

This time of year, when there are storms and rumors of storms, I take stock of what I could possibly run out of for three days or more.  Trust me--I always have enough ingredients in the house to create meals for more than just me.  This week, I stocked up (not much) a whole day before working folks had the time to think about it.  When the rush was on, I was home and peaceful.  Thankfully, I don't have anyone to worry about anyone but myself.  If I had children to consider, things would be different.

The snow is beautiful.  I like it from the inside.  Were I outside--which I will be, at some point--I wouldn't feel the same.  Every season has its own beauty.  The lovely colors of fall give way to the black-and-white of winter, and that's good, too.  Can't wait for the green of spring!

So what's the down side?  Boredom.  I'm bored out of my mind.  Weekend TV programming is awful.  I don't sleep well enough to even want the long nights.  There is plenty to do.  In fact, what I have to do is overwhelming.  I just don't do it.

I know--it's the snow's fault.  I'm blaming it on the snow!