Winter Rain

This is the kind of winter weather that is my least favorite. Snow on the ground. Yesterday, in the late afternoon we had snow globe snow. Soft, slow, big flakes of snow falling in a swirl to the ground. This morning we have wind and driving rain. I can only hope it stops and "dries" up a bit before the evening freeze. Which means ice. Which portents to me falling down.

G is making coffee. Riley is staring at the rain, hoping it will "go away". I have all the house lights on. We'll be having toasted French Rolls for breakfast. With butter and jam. Very continental.

The potato dumplings and roast pork were heavenly. So extremely good. We both ate too much. Now we have four different sets of leftovers in the fridge for the next few days. I like when that happens.

I was writing in my journal yesterday, wondering about the new year and what I might be wanting that new year to hold for me. I received a Christmas card yesterday from my brother and his wife. They hiked the Inca Trail last year and crossed through the Sun Gate on New Year's Day. I don't want to do that. I'm always perfectly clear on what I don't want to do. And that's a good place to begin finding out what I DO want to do.

And I have a very rainy Sunday to do just that. Make a list of what I do not want to do. what would go on your "do not want" list? Why not get a sheet of paper and write them down today. You have all day. Whenever you think of something, write it down. Pin it to your calendar (on December, 2010) when you finish and check it next year at this time and see if you did any of those things.

When G and I watch House, I always say, don't let them do that to me, ever, when they do things to the patients. I want him to remember we had the "conversation" on what I wanted and didn't want. No skull sawing. No big needle in the spine. No drilling holes in my head and attaching electricity. No radiating my immune system.

The lights are flickering. If we have any wind here in Maine, the lights go out. But the power company refuses to bury the lines. Or cut the trees back enough. I have heard rumors that the townspeople are thinking of going out, on their own, with chain saws, and taking down any tree near the lines that ALWAYS go out. Wow! an uprising. The First Militia of Maine. Gun carrying, free thinkers. Now, carrying chain saws. Power to the people. Literally.