I don't want to type too loud this morning, but, so far, it's been comparatively and refreshingly uneventful.
No mice pulling traps around the garage.
AN ASIDE: You won't believe this, and I don't have the visual proof, but I went outside to the garage in the early afternoon yesterday to see a mouse stuck to a trap by its tail right next to the freezer.
How could this happen in one lifetime once, let alone twice in one day???
Anyone? Anyone?
As Bill had done in the morning, I went for the yellow supplement bucket to corral the mouse and its trap, but like a Groundhog day moment, the creature pulled the trap back under the freezer.
This is the truth!
Now back to the facts.
Not bad ice outside the door.
No getting body parts stuck in deep snow.
No Border Collie pup mauling Border Collie stuffed pups.
Made it to the paper box and back without Bill driving me there.
At least, as the clock strikes 6 a.m., all is copacetic here at the Lovestead.
I could use a whole copacetic day.
On a truly copacetic day, I would finish my morning chores, summon Bill for a quick breakfast at Pack River General Store, head off to the airport, fly to Phoenix, walk around in bliss, reveling at the feeling of dry ground; sit in the sun sipping on a glass of wine marveling at the good life, take a bunch of cactus pictures, get on a flight home, avoid hitting a deer on the drive home, and, like Cinderella turn into an uncopacetic pumpkin.
If I did that, I could live in the past and completely contradict against the advice my friend Rose was sharing today on her blog: live in the moment; don't stew on the past.
Well, after my copacetic day in the sun away from the snow and mice and sliding on ice and all that yuck stuff, I would want to relive my day over and over again while tackling all that's yet to come as we transition through the slop and sliding on our way to spring.
Nice to dream.
BTW: I am going to the airport this week. I'll be picking up Annie who's coming over from Seattle for the weekend.
Anywho, I did escape for a few minutes yesterday to go look at other people's slop and snow and water and ice.
On my travels, I stopped off to see our friend Maryann to take a picture of her enjoying her first day of retirement from the Lake Pend Oreille School District Central Office.
She and her sidekick Sam seemed quite happy. Maryann had spent part of her first day of retirement plowing her snow and avoiding her ice.
Nice to have something in common where you can compare personal stories of wintertime woes.
Retirement looked good on Maryann, and we were having a nice conversation as I stood our her door and what happened? The rain started falling again.
I said good bye and noted that I'd probably see Maryann again a time or two now that she's retired.
Congratulations, Maryann.
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In other news, I read the opinion piece in the link below and thought it worth sharing.
Many of us have become so complacent over the past two years to burrow inside our respective nests and pretty much ignore the outside world.
Granted, it has been a necessity, but when you calculate the numbers of quality moments we've missed, it seems like a good time for a little catch-up.
I still find myself totally amazed when I look into a face somewhere around town or even along the dirt road and realize I haven't seen this face in more than two years.
It's truly a stunning phenomenon, which happens time and again.
Those of us who are living the so-called "Golden Years" probably have more work to do in the reconnections department than younger folks.
After all, math tells us that those young'uns have more time to do their make-up work.
Now that I've got the classroom analogy thrown in there, I'll take it a step further.
In my English classes, late papers received penalties with a lower grade.
If the assignments never showed up at all, a zero was recorded in the gradebook.
So, I'm suggesting that we read the article, think about the assignments we need to do aka the people we need to see and get 'er done.
None of us wants to come to the end of the fourth quarter of life and receive a zero for failing to spend quality time with those we love and admire.
Overtime is not always guaranteed.
One more thing: we all need to remember that with the subject of human connections, the reconnecting assignments work both ways. So, don't wait for the phone to ring.
And, that's all for today. Back to working toward a full day of copacetic stuff, including---unlike yesterday--- remembering to complete my Wordle today.
Got a zero yesterday!
Happy Wednesday.
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