Beating the winter blahs
While the rest of the country basks in record-breaking high temperatures, “my neck of the woods,” as Al Roker would say, has been well below normal with snow, rain, hail, high winds, and general yuckiness. I miss taking Lucy for walks on the local trails, and I miss the brightness of a sunny day, which always lifts my spirits whether I’m outdoors or not. Like most everyone in the Puget Sound area, I was getting grumpy.
But…I learned a long time ago that the only thing I can change is myself. I can’t control the weather, but I can control how I react to it. This is perfect weather for writing, and for dragging the feather toy around for Dillon to chase. It’s great for holding Lucy on my lap while I read. I just finished The Year We Were Famous by Carole Estby Dagg – a fine choice which made me forget my own problems while I worried about Clara and Helga. By the time I finished the book, I wasn’t grumpy any more.