Time flies whether you're having fun or not

I can't believe so much time has passed since I last blogged. And pretty much nothing has been going on in the meantime. I've been flirting with several projects but remain largely uncommitted. I decided I needed a hooded scarf and started one but then I needed to get back to work on Zach's sweater, and then there are the mittens I started and a hat I found in the drawer that is less than halfway done.

And I really want to start on that beaded scarf kit I won from Joan, but with zero concentration at this time, now wouldn't be the best opportunity for starting that one.

And I'm trying hard not to whine about my circumstances on this blog so sometimes saying nothing is better than incessant toddlerhood.

We've had snow here. And I don't mean a light dusting although the weather guys seem to keep underestimating what we're actually getting. Lying liars. Zach had to work today and when I woke up and saw the snowplow had blocked off the driveway and he had to leave in an hour, I got up, put the couch back together, dressed warmly and headed out. Fortunately I didn't have to do the neighbor's access (we have shared access) because Mrs F stuck her head out the window and told me not to worry about it, that they would take care of it. Good neighbors to have, honestly.

Still, it took me the whole hour to get our side done, the driveway and unbury the car. I got Zach to work and then did the sidewalks before I came inside. I didn't want to get warm and then start all over with the cold and the bitter winds again. Still...I didn't do the other neighbor's sidewalk this time. Last year we did hers every single time except one when her son did it. And considering we had already done over 100 inches of snow so far, it really rankled me that he stopped at the property line. And he had a snow blower. We did it with shovels.

So this year, I did hers the first snow but because of Zach's schedule during the second snow (and yes we've already had three snows) didn't get our sidewalk done until the next day but her son came over and stopped at the property line yet again. The guy lives across town, which in this town of less than 3,000 people, isn't very far away. So from now on he can haul his butt over here and do hers every single time it snows this year. I'm totally burned out. Not loving the snow this year at all.

Professor wouldn't go out earlier for Tom but once I shoveled a path for him he went out and wee'd for a long time. The snow was taller than his belly and I'm sure he couldn't find a spot to hike his leg when it was all under snow.

I'm still struggling mightily with the depression. I do tend to withdraw a lot when I'm in the midst of it so I've not been in touch with my family at all. I plan to rectify that this weekend though.

Some things are becoming clearer and clearer for me and others have become so muddied that I don't know that I will ever see the bottom of them again. You would think that at my age I would have gained some wisdom by now instead of being more and more unsure of what is or isn't truth. Maybe if I let my real hair color grow out instead of this blonde thing, it would help with the old/wisdom thing. I'm sure there is enough gray there to at least assume the appearance of a wise old woman.

After all that shoveling this morning I have tons of laundry to do and some vacuuming and the kitchen floor and bathroom to scrub. I love having days off.

And then later on, some Black Books season 2 and the last sleeve of Zach's sweater.

TTFN