Boredom post

I'm snowed in and doing just fine- power is on, for the moment. It wasn't this morning- it seems that PG&E can't keep the electricity flowing if there's any sort of precipitation whatsoever. They are dorks.

My last post was sort of boring. A post about a shirt. Bleh.

New blogs take a while to reach their stride- and this one in particular is struggling to find a place. I'm feeling quite hopeful, though.

I blog because I hope to succeed someday, creatively, and I think this is one place I can talk about it. Plus my need to hear myself talk supersedes any restraint I may have on NOT blogging.

I could totally fold clothes right now- but that feels like an absolute battle that throws me into mental illness. Instead, I've made soup, banana bread, and thrown snowballs at the block wall in front of our house. This is a fairly typical response of mine to an entire day of freedom. I do not look at it as an opportunity to catch up on housework. I don't want to get organized. All I really want to do is whatever I want to do without restriction.

I'm a whiny little girl, aren't I? Yes, I am. I should be drawing since I think I'm an artist. I could write- though, my brain is completely mush when it comes to my book right now. I wish the characters would just shut up.

I'm parenting- that's something. I've wiped bottoms, put snow clothes on and off more times than I can count, and generally interacted positively with my 3 year old. (which is not always easy)


I added photos of the grand snowiness that serves at my captor. It doesn't look like enough to make a shut in of anyone, but don't over-estimate my stupid car. Plus, they don't really plow up here, much less use any ice deterrents such as salt. I think they figure, if we're crazy enough to live up here, we surely can handle it. Truthfully, most people DO handle it. I would handle if only we could afford a car payment on, say, a nice Subaru of some sort. (I can only imagine what it'd be like to drive a vehicle over things like slush, mud or gravel!!!)

I love living up here, though. And I'm aloud to whine. This is America.

I'll shut up now.