The Quiet Season...Winter

We are not having a typical winter here in New England. Blame it on Global Warming. We have had record high temperatures and lack of snow and ice. Not complaining, but, as a New Englander, I do miss the joy of a good nor'easter snow storm. Everything stops.  Schools, churches and even pizza deliveries are closed. No car traffic other than the congo line of plows.
Nowhere to go, no place to visit and days to stay put in your home.

Pull out a jigsaw puzzle and try to finish it.

Start cutting the ingredients to make soup and take an afternoon nap.

Listen to the quiet. Build a snowman. Read a good book.

Pick up colored pencils and pretend to make art.

Call an old friend and check in.

Feed the birds suet and seeds (without millet).

Watch the birds.

Listen to classical music.

Listen to Jazz and Blues.

Try to clean up your desk and toss excess materials.

Listen to the quiet snow.

Listen to your breathing.

Enjoy

Jazz Radio

Time to heal. Bread and Gravy by Ethel Waters on the Jazz at Lincoln Center Radio.
What a voice. What a discovery. Her mother was rapped and she was the baby. What a start.
Lots of Bread and Gravy all the time. No more fretting, No more rambling, ... no blues now...lots of bread and gravy all the time.Momma String Bean she learned how to entertain for all kinds.

It snowed for the really first storm of the winter. last night. We were cozy by our fire in the fireplace watching the TV Show The Bridge. Nowhere to go or people to see. We laughed and had a good time. Just the two of us.

Fight Pain Thought during January Day in the 70s and records broken.

I must admit that this winter and our present President have made me feel like someone from Alice and Wonderland. Point taken, amazon gift bag turned into Madd Hatter's Hat.

Pain comes and goes. You feel like a million dollars, and poof...must have taken the small  pill, your body become swollen, angry, and tight. No warning. Sure, you can watch the weather channel and get a wee bit of understanding of the new storms that will affect your body. But, mostly no advance warning and pain slowly creeps back. May be it starts as  with a quick shot pain in the thumb joint. On, off, and on off, this goes on throughout the day. Finally the message has been received by my body and then slowly the pain and depression come flowing in.

I try so hard to work with the pain, but, I never win the battles.

Morning Quiet

9:30am, still drinking first cup of coffee at my desk. Contemplating on the silence of my home.
The only sound, I hear is the heat warming up my office. An occasional small prop airplane flies by.
It is very cold outside. One brave chickadee at the suet feeder lands for a split second.

Sunshine is pouring into my dining room lighting up my tuscan French yellow and purple dining room table cloth.The room is glowing yellow from the winter sun. It is this type of winter mornings that give me joy. 

I am relaxed, comfortable, and happy in this environment.

Some people do not like solitude. I love the quiet times in my house. I love having only myself as company. Quiet soothes and nurtures my soul.