A Romantic Day by Myself
The snow was supposed to change to rain about noon and just disappear in the course of the day. Instead the snow started early and has become quite heavy. It is so heavy a layer that I cannot see across the lake to the downtown building or Capital Campus.
My youngest child shares a birthday with Abe Lincoln, the 12th of February. She missed school 6 times in her 13 years of attendance because of heavy snow on her birthday. So it is not too unusual.
My friend Jean just called to tell me the collected prayers from Sunday night to add to my heart on the wall. It is a lovely collection of sharing and hope this week. Jean was remembering her childhood when it snowed today. She shared this story.
When she was in school they never had days off for snow, everyone she knew walked and if the kids lived way out in the country and could not get into school, they just stayed put. At noon, the students would put on their boots and find anything they could to sled down the hill beside the school house for about an hour. When they returned to the classroom, the pot bellied stove would be ablaze of warmth, the mittens and boots surrounded and made the room smell like warm damp wool. Reading was right after lunch break and often on snowy days the teacher would read a story aloud and it provided a bit of a rest for everyone and a rather sleepy, quiet feeling. Jean said, no one read out loud to her at home and this was such a cozy treat and she always felt transported by the story; the warm quiet. “All was right with the world.”
As much as I miss the joy and fun a snow day brought to the house when the kiddos were growing, and this time of the year it gave us an afternoon of working on their Valentines for school friends and baking something tasty to go with hot chocolate, I am enjoying the silence of the snow today.
I have several times left my post and gone to sit and watch it just fall and dance around. Big wet flakes are filling up the trees, the top of the hedge and all the spots in between. It is already too deep for me to go anywhere; I am so fortunate to have nowhere to go – no demand of my time.
I awoke this morning thinking about my death – embracing it and making a list of all the things I still need to take care of and share.
I want to make at least a $1,000 a month for more than a year; I have a class lined up to take on making money for Lenten practice. I would like to write a post which gets over 100 comments. I need to make sure my honey knows how to pay the bills, on line, and what my plan has been for our investments. I need to know that one of my children can find and maintain a “best friend” relationship enough to last a lifetime and nearby – not another continent away. I need to know that one child will reach her academic goal and her writing goal – and also share her life with a baby, and that one child will be safe from “preying on people” and will understand money and be able to use it. Still is a very tall order on my draft list.
Then I get to the sad issues and I push away from dealing with them or acknowledging them – no time today.
On to the tough issues, when do I stop going to the doctors? If I don’t want to bankrupt my family, when will I know when to just work on myself and not ask for help? The first bill from the radiologists just came in $7,000.00 when I thought I was having a heart attack – only to discover it is a pulled muscle or tear. $351.00 for the shot for pain relief, when will I know not to go, when will I know not to keep trying and trying and preventing and preventing? It was not this time.
I wanted to write a funny post today. I think I would rather go get my blanket, book and curl up in my chair. I want to put the peace, beauty, and solitude of this day into my memory bank.
When do you know when you have received your answer?
I started reading books about Abe Lincoln when I was seven? What do you think about Abe?
What is your fondest memory of snow?