Monday Morning Snow

Oh Look! It's snowing!

I blame Matt. He, for real, or as Marigold likes to say, Literally, sat in the comfort of his own living room last night and sabotaged us all. “Isn't it great,” he said like someone who is out to get me (we're doing similes, in school, and I've been amusing myself thinking of terrible ones), “how there hasn't been nearly as much snow as last year?” he said. And now look. I blame him. I really do.

So I'm not sure how or when I will beat my way through the sludge to Aldi. I have to go to Aldi because I need sausages. My diet includes two large sausages a day, one at breakfast and one at lunch. And milk. We need milk. And I wanted to make peanut sauce. There's ginger and cabbage and peanut butter, already. Really need some chicken.

And I've got to do my quarterly report for Le Governement. And I have to apologize to the children for screaming at them about the laundry.

So, a Regular Monday. A regular Monday only with snow.

The sermon yesterday was all about how we should try to be content where we are and not fuss so much at God for not making things easier more quickly. Felt really terrible, since Matt was obviously only talking to me. The whole substance of my life is a gentle moaning hiss about how much I hate the weather. Think about it practically all the time. So, well, now am complaining and feel guilty.

I mean, granted, it is pretty. It does gently soften and purify the depressed landscape. So I guess I should make every effort to cheer myself with diligent and useful occupations. And maybe Matt will figure out how to drive the car to Aldi. Or maybe I should walk to the store as a mark of my sorrow over sin. It not being lent, though, I don't really want to be that sorry.

Have a lovely day!