I just received a notice that this is my anniversary. So I guess nine years ago I started this blog. I haven’t written in it in months. I suppose a few updates may be in order.
It is officially spring, even though it is ten degrees F. outside this morning, the frost glistening on the empty fields, and trees and the mist floating over the river. Geese are on the move, and spring song birds are begging for food, which I am too lazy to trudge through the crusted foot of snow in the back yard. Plus at this point there are small brown bombs scattered like hidden treasure through the path to the feeders.
Tom had to buy more coal, and the wind is so cold that even the house feels cold despite the constant heat of the coal stove. And my art room is cold despite the steam heat he installed there this winter. It is finally above freezing, but not by much. The wood stove sits cold most days, only on weekends do I fire it up, time for painting.
In the evenings I sit and knit, or read, or play a game on my iPad by the warmth of the coal stove while Tom watches Star Trek or Big Bang Theory or one of his recorded shows. Most nights I get into bed early and fall asleep not long after. The gift of a mild muscle relaxer allowing me to sleep with out the constant waking and lessens the talking in my sleep considerably. The dog sometimes wakes me as she asks to snuggle under the comforter with me, especially on cold nights.
My granddaughter is a gift in my life, I watch her two evenings a week and one weekend day every couple of weeks. She is growing fast and so bright. Her language skills are incredible, she is counting and understands numbers under five. She is funny and has the best sense of humor. And she loves her Buddhas and chanting and looking at Pinterest with me. She even has her own boards, horses, Buddhas, buttons and Elmo. My mom let her sort her buttons, a fun activity that I enjoyed immensely when I was a child. Mom is living in Syracuse now, and visits regularly with Morgan and the baby. It is nice to have her close by. And it is great for the baby to have four generations of strong women to raiser her. Her daddy works at the steel mill and earns good money, enough for my daughter to work half time and stay with baby the rest of the time.
Life has its ups and downs, and generally I am good. Horrible bout with depression until I started this carb free diet, cutting way back on craft beers, It is amazing how good I feel on this strict diet. Even though I have bad weeks where all I want is pizza or a baked potato or homemade bread, I am keeping at it. And am please with the slow results. I cannot believe I ever felt fat at my previous weight. It makes me laugh now to think of it. The echoes of the pirate squeezing my stomach and telling me what a turn off it was, still in my skull, and I shake my head thinking of it, and how, in a way, I gained this extra weight after I moved in with him. The jerk. I roll my eyes.
And so this is spring. And so I am finally moving out of my seasonal depression, and so I am twenty pounds from my goal weight. And so life goes on.