Cozy Sunday

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Bill is away on an Irish music adventure somewhere out in the Caribbean even though he’s somewhat lame and has a wheel chair to help him get around the ship he’s on. I admire and encourage his hutzpah at age 78. He just keeps going like the Ever Ready bunny despite his aching knee. I do miss him and worry about him a bit, but we, like most couples, need some time to ourselves once in a while. And he’s having a wonderful time learning new tunes on his tin whistle.

I, on the otherhand, am here at home, enjoying some solitude. This is my first stay in our new home by myself with companions, Max, and Lilliput. I know Bill wants a turn at being here by himself so I’m going to have to hunt up an adventure for myself for sometime in the near future. But my first goal is to simply slow down and take life a bit easier than I have been.

Sunday was an especially cozy day for me. It started to snow at around 8 AM, then turned to sleet and freezing rain, then to plain old rain. What snow coated the ground melted away quickly and it seemed the daylong precipitation may have put a dent into our moderate drought situation.

Inside all day, except for a quick walk to the mailbox to get yesterday’s mail, it was warm and dry. I managed to relax for the first time in weeks … no place to go, nothing to do, even though I had a healthy to-do list. I wanted to simply be. I did manage to make a pot of bone broth in my Insta Pot, emptied the trash, did my physical therapy exercises, and a bit of yoga. I spent the rest of the time sipping hot tea, reading, journaling, watching the ice building up on the trees, and the goldfinches at the birdfeeder being chased away every now and then by one of the big fat squirrels that think they own the place. I guess they do. They were here before I came. I don’t mind an occassional visit and I do like to share what I have with whoever needs to fill their stomaches as I sit, warm and dry, on the other side of the glass.

Though we haven’t had a snowday so far this winter, maybe one will come along before spring makes its appearance. But with a bouquet of daffodils in the kitchen, it’s easy to imagine a freshening of green as warmer temperatures arrive. I don’t care what that old groundhog has to say, I’ve noticed the dried out grass is showing a hint of green this week.


  1. Sounds like a perfect simple happy day.

  2. Joan — It sounds like you enjoyed a heavenly day.

    • Joan Rough says:

      It was heavenly, Laurie, and plan to make more of them even when the sun in shining. After a long haul with the moving, I’m finally finding my way back to simple and easy!

  3. Ahhh, thank you for the 5-minute breather here, Joan. Solitude and contemplation are so refreshing. Bill will certainly appreciate your returning the favor.

    • Joan Rough says:

      Thanks Marian. I’m taking advantage of this time and know Bill will too when I go off for a jaunt.

  4. Sounds like my kind of day, Joan. I’ve been in full nesting-mode for weeks now so I really don’t mind the snow and cold weather. Big snow storm predicted for tomorrow and I know where I’ll be! Good for Bill getting out despite his bum knee. Now you get to plan your get-away. Enjoy!

  5. Joan Rough says:

    Thanks for your visit, Kathy. I hope you enjoy tomorrows storm. We will be having rain, but I’ll still be sticking close to home, pretending it’s snowing!

  6. Sharon Martinelli says:

    As always, a wonderful peaceful summary of life.

    • It’s great to hear from you, Sharon. I hope all is well with you and your life is peaceful as well. It (Life) has a way of taking us into places that are not so peaceful and just being is impossible. Here’s to smelling the roses and letting the drama live somewhere else!