Of all of the
months of the year, I have never been fond of February. The most dreadful winter weather occurs then,
and it was especially spiteful this year. I honestly have lost track of how many ice and snowstorms came through
east Tennessee in the past two weeks. I
know that I shoveled more snow during that short period than the past five
years. Thankfully, two neighborhood
kids showed up for the last snow event and cleared my driveway and walk for
some pocket change. I provided hot
chocolate as refreshment and an additional reward after their job was
done. And the electric power stayed on, so Angel and I were safe and
warm. Thank you, God!
My blogging
activities continue to be minimal. Grief
and despair have a firm grip on my heart. Who in the world wants to read about all of that? And reading everybody’s happy-go-lucky posts
about their contented, normal lives only provides a dramatic comparison of how
mine is not. The two-month anniversary
of Jim’s death was last week. I spent
the day alone, like most days, and I cried a lot. Welcome to my depressing world.
I don’t blame you
if you click out now and go visiting a blog that talks about a fun shopping
adventure, cheerful family event, or new recipe. Go ahead and scoot if you are looking for
amusement. No worries or hard feelings.
