Yesterday I vetoed the on-line world.
Almost. Did not visit Facebook or WordPress or even my personal email. (Did visit email and Internet at work. One must, you know, if one seeks to retain one’s job.)
It proved a worthwhile sabbatical. I prophesied a break until next Tuesday to my husband–if not until the end of time–but he told me I had 34 emails this morning, so just had to peek.
We had another six inches of fluffy snow last night and I have a looooong weekend with nothing much to do….so must make a confession. Lean close. I am blogging out of sheer boredom. Perhaps even Cabin Fever blogging. Am sooooo ready for March to hang up its snowshoes, but they’re predicting another possible storm early this week!
Harumph. So we house-bound folks buried in snow must find something entertaining to do. What shall we do? (When we’re bored, you know, it’s not usually the fault of having nothing to do. It’s that we don’t want to do anything that we’ve done repeatedly for the past four months of snow. We don’t want to walk on the road. We don’t want to watch another movie. We don’t want to go to another coffee shop. We don’t want to read a book, visit a friend, measure the snowdrifts. We don’t want to put on our snowshoes, thank you. We don’t want to ice fish, don’t you even suggest it!)
In a fit of pique (don’t you love that word?) I took the camera outside and took snow photos, thinking perhaps to show you the depth of our drifts. However, am frowning at said photos still in camera and don’t want to upload them. It would be like approving of the snow, don’t you think?
I don’t approve. Do you?
Instead, I have been viewing old photos from 2009-2012 and determining which of the children to delete. (I don’t mean my actual children; I mean the photo-children.) How does one decide which photos to toss into the recycle bin? Isn’t it the hardest thing?
All pictures tell stories. Some personal stories, some family and friend stories, some artistic stories, some seasonal stories. Have tossed 400 photo-stories thus far this morning in some sort of spring cleaning fit, photos never before seen on any Kathy blogs! (Although some of the photos, perhaps, are close replicas.)
If my mood continues thus, another 400 photo children may go. Begone, you memories! Into the garbage. Ms. Ellie, the laptop computer, is reaching advanced old age. She’s so advanced, in fact, that sometime soon we may have to ditch her as well.
I think I shall liberally salt and pepper this post with some ancient photos from 2009 which missed the dreadful cut. They’ve been saved by some force of nature.
In addition, all the photos reveal summertime splendor. (Ha, Winter! We’ll get back atcha yet…)
I do understand souls who get Seasonal Affective Disorder. I’m exceptionally fortunate this year that Winter has progressed so smoothly without any inner despair. Until recently. (And don’t you all be fussing. I could be singing by supper. Or maybe in time for lunch. Except it’s snowing even harder right now.)
Will not, as Jimmy Buffett sings, Shoot Six Holes in My Freezer due to a bad case of Cabin Fever. Have not even contemplated Boat Drinks. Yet.
No, instead, will just go shovel some more snow…