February Drips

this is where I’ve been.

I started erroneously. labeling this one January Drips. Its fairly representative of the mood. A month behind. Still in the depths of winter. Its pouring cats and dogs here, and windy, almost a storm, really, and nothing could make me go outside, and i haven’t done the chickens yet.

The poor people in texas who cannot handle the freezing weather. They can’t, I mean, I get it. We can’t and we’re used to it. So, I get it. Stay home, everyone, just stay home.

My glasses are giving me headaches i think, so i have some other ones on, and i look like an old old woman. my glasses take up most of my face. and since i feel like that old woman today, it fits… i feel like i have to learn (again, sorry grammie) to crochet.

I should’ve been born in another century. yes, absolutely. although the inability for all previous generations to get truly warm in winter may make me a liar of desire. I’d say I should go south, but I mean, look at texas. I remember living in florida when it hit 50 degrees and we all just basically stayed in bed cause we hardly had real windows. I needed friends and like 50 blankets.

my kids are home from their trip. they’re exhausted but they had a wonderful time. they watched a movie about a serial killer. (so many facial expressions going on here, emojis won’t cover it.) I heard all about it over breakfast, from my 8 year old. I am aware I am still treating her like my baby, but I can’t stop. My last, my baby. Forever. So there, all you rational goobs. No.

Anyhow, I couldn’t entirely handle even the description of the movie, much less could I ever have seen such a thing. I can hardly even watch cop shows, the violence is too much, forget about gore. blagh.

this is an insane collection of drips. my apologies.

my boiler was out this weekend for maybe 30 hours. Its my own personal nightmare, this being cold and watching the house get colder. I have a woodstove, so I was practically sitting on it. I melted my cool fleece fingerless gloves. plastic really shows itself when heat is involved.

valentine’s isn’t a thing for me, single or not, so that wasn’t a big deal but i had two friends cancel on me and that was a bigger deal. i’m fond of cancelling, myself, but had been looking forward to company and diversion. Disappointment is kindof like being cold, I’m not entirely sure what to do, and it dominates my thoughts irrationally.

i’m good. its raining here, so everything is melting and cold.

i’m glad my kids are home. i can’t wait to see how this story ends.



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