Southwestern Michigan has been experiencing an old fashioned winter. By that I mean we’ve had snow, snow, and more snow. Twelve inches in the past three days. Which isn’t so memorable unless you know that it’s on top of two or three feet of snow since the season began. It makes for hazardous driving, icy walkways, and the tendency to hibernate.
Especially hibernate. I’m becoming a pro.
I’ve loved not being able to get out of the garage because the snow is higher than the bottom of my car’s body. I’ve loved having to cancel appointments so I could read more, play piano more, and catch up on life after employment.
My job officially ended in December, so being snowbound has enabled me to take care of little things that needed attention. Like the jammed stapler, the thermometer that needed batteries, the snack table that needed a small screw.
All of this means I’ll meet February ready to move on to other things: writing more regularly, maybe jigsaw puzzles, trying new recipes . . . all the things that retirement is presumably about.
Stay tuned . . .