Mother Nature, looking fab in a long white coat

Welcome to the snowbelt!!

In the past 48 hours, we’ve had a little more than four feet of snow fall, most of it arriving last night. When BH opened the garage this morning to let the dog out, she looked at the wall of snow facing her, looked at him, and said “What? You want me to go into that?” BH had to dig a trench so she could go out and do her business.

Pretty much everything is closed up here; schools, governments, stores, trains, roads. Not that it matters – we can’t get out our driveway, which is very, very long. We have a guy who plows it. We’re pretty sure he can’t get out of his driveway, either.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic Will the birds find the feeder?

Image and video hosting by TinyPic View out my office window (which is in the attic) to the roof of the garage.

Oh, and it’s still snowing; a couple inches an hour. Today I am going to continue cleaning the office, and put on the snowshoes and tramp down a potty path for the dog. (I’ll let you know how that goes.)

I think I will also write poetry. It is beyond peaceful here. I love winter.

Don’t hurt & don’t put up with being hurt

This is the start of National Teen Dating Violence Awareness and Prevention Week. Anything that hurts teens makes me want to scream. Nobody deserves to be hurt. Period.

What can you do?

Learn about the problem.

Study the numbers.

Review the research.

Know the signs.

“Break the silence, make the call.”

Read Lynn Evarts’ article, “The School Library as Sanctuary” (VOYA, Dec, 2006 – thanks YALSA blog for the tip).

Please pass on these links to anyone you know who is caught in an emotionally or physically violent relationship.

::totally changes topic::

The best part of yesterday (aside from walking around in a daze and muttering “I turned it in… I turned it in…) was going to the gym for the first time in two weeks. Aaaaahhhhh, sweat!

We got LOTS of snow overnight, so I will spend the day watching the wind blow it around.

Floaty arms

Do you ever stand in a doorway and press your arms against the walls of the door frame and press and press and press until you start to feel like a real doof, then you step away and your arms float up like they have balloons tied to them and it feels a little out of your control and silly and like you don’t know what to do next because, let’s face it, it’s hard to do much with your hands flying up around your ears?

That’s what I feel like now that the draft of the new book is turned in. I have a million things to do, but I’m just wandering around the house not sure what I should do first.

Me = village idiot.