The coldest day of the year.

And I’m huddled in a chair that is so comfortable at this point its almost depressing.  This view, the wind, the tea on one side and the candle on the other. Tissues, magazines, a blanket, my phone charger- all within too easy reach. I’m learning web stuff this week, building this website, because its too bitter out there in the frozen tundra of Vermont and I have to feel productive while Doug finishes roughing in the plumbing. Next week I’ll be able to tile and work with my hands again, and that will be a relief, but for now its all brain work.

I’ve decided to dig deep into my old computers and pull up all of the old construction photos of our projects. Its a bummer I wasn’t thinking much of documenting anything back then, because the pictures are rough, and I have no true “before”pictures, just pictures of people with the “befores” in the background.

I’ll be honest, this isn’t the best exercise for someone who is already feeling a little out of sorts. It’s hard to review where the last 20 years have gone. To see time like this, to see little kids that are grown and out of the house, pictures of my mom before she had a stroke 3.5 years ago, friends that I’ve lost touch with. So much has changed. And yet, here we are, pushing through another project, making plans for more change. Okay then, I think I’m in the deep trenches of cabin fever, but I’m throwing this all out there, unorganized and random. Like messy therapy.

 

 

 

The coldest day of the year.