The sun is shining brightly, the sky is clear and blue, not a cloud in sight.
The road looks pretty clear. I would go out but there isn't really anywhere I need to go and it is still only about 30 degrees .. so cold. so very cold. Tonight it will be 7 º .
I appreciated the lack of snow and ice and terrible winter cold when we lived in Buenos Aires .. but not as much as I appreciate those Argentine winters now !
Sure it was dreary and cold and often damp but you didn't have to shovel it, hire someone to do the shoveling, hear horror stories about a roof collapse from all the snow ... making you run out to look at your own roof , in the snow and cold.
I still feel the loss of my husband in about a thousand ways but one of them is really coming back to me every day .. and night .. getting into a cold bed to cuddle up to a warm man on a winter night is just about priceless.
Having him get up and turn up the thermostat then scurry back to bed, under the covers, snuggling up and waiting for the room to be warm .. he was a Morning person. Priceless.
I was not and never was and never will be.
But I did love waking up to that cup of coffee he brought in to me each morning.
Now I wake up to a grumbling kitten , a freezing house and the sight of more snow.
Just that .. right there .. freezing house .... more snow ... calls for someone to cuddle with.
Minette likes to cuddle .. then bite ... then run around the house like an insane little creature then she comes back to me talking and purring.
I have no idea what is going on in her tiny kitten brain but it is usually unexpected and cute as a .... kitten.
My house is for sale. I know this because my realtor and I decided to do it , there is an ad in the real estate website and a couple of times, people have come to look at it.
But now, nothing. No one. Nada. Apparently no one wants to go out in the snow and sub zero temps to look at my house. Go figure.
So it is super clean and neat and there is no smell of garlic or cooking of any sort ... that is one of the things we learned during our days of house hunting .. walking into a nice house that stinks of garlic or fish really doesn't sell the house to you.
Then there were those two guys in Grandview on Hudson , NY .. whose house smelled like a baking apple pie and I hardly remember what the house looked like but I wanted a house that smelled like that.
Later I found that there are products you buy and put in the oven or in a pot on the stove and it does the same thing, makes people think they would like to live in such a pleasant smelling house ... who knew ?
So Minette and I sit here and wait.
Look at snow.
Listen to music .. She likes the Narco Tango CD I play, I mostly like listening to Barber or Sibelius ..
What do you listen to that is soothing and beautiful ?
What do you use to make your house smell welcoming and pretty ?
What do you do when you are snowed in ?
(besides read my blog )
How is the weather where you live ? Are you happy with it ?
I have a friend who moved from Canada to Nice France. She is happy with it .
I have an old friend how moved from England to Brazil ... he is happy with it.
If you could move anywhere .. somewhere you have possibly dreamt of living , where would that be ?
Minette wants me to come play .. she found her ball. The one I hid. She is so happy. Her little tail just got bushy.
Here we go .. I throw the ball, she catches the ball, she makes me come get it ..
I have to find a new game .. or get a new kitten. Or a puppy ?
Life is lovely when you have choices . . and a Tango loving kitten .. and friends.