Gotta keep it past the volume that I know your ears can stand
~Chris Hosier
I had every intention of spending my afternoon baking, but holy moly, it’s just too darned hot today! I did bake the peanut butter cookies I’ve been craving, but didn’t get to the fruit pastries I was going to make. Our weather forecast showed us having a cloudy, rainy day, with thunderstorms. We ended up with sunshine, and some serious humidity. Not that I’m complaining. I love it! I’ll take tank tops and bare feet, over layers of tops and thick socks, any day. It does look like rain will be moving in, overnight. Tomorrow will most likely be cloudy, with more rain. If it isn’t too hot to bake, I’ll just make them tomorrow.
Tonight’s a “fend” night, for supper. I’ve got a lot of leftovers needing to get ate up. So, I’ve successfully avoided having to use the stove, and heat up my kitchen even more than it currently is. It was 83 degrees, inside the house. I cut off our heat, and switched the fan to circulate some air in here. That’s brought temps down to a more manageable 78 degrees. Fall and Spring are always such unpredictable times of the year, here! We can literally have snowflakes and central heat, on a Monday. Then by Friday, we’re turning thermostats over to AC, trying to cool off.
I took some Poshmark orders to the post office, this morning, and got them shipped. My old workplace is just down from the post office I went to, so I decided to pop in and visit Brittany. Apparently, corporate has decided to close one of their branches in town, and consolidate into the one I was at. Brittany isn’t super excited about sharing office space with the other branch. We caught each other up on all the other recent gossip, and walked next door for coffees, at the conveniently placed coffee shop that used to tempt me every single day at work. As much as I don’t miss having to go to a job everyday, I do miss some of my old coworkers. It’s fun being able to drop by and chat with them, sometimes.
After I left there, I drove over to a couple of craft stores, found some inspiration, and grabbed a few things to create with. I moved all the toys upstairs, into our other guest room, so I’ve got a big empty space of our basement now. My plan is to arrange it into a cute bar area. I want to get a bar table, some stools, and maybe a bakers rack or something. I’m debating whether to add a mini fridge, also. We’ve already got a garage fridge, which is right next to the basement door, but I still think it’d be cool to have a mini fridge in there. I’ve got a lot of cleaning and organizing to get done down there, before that project can be started anyhow. I guess I’ll make the mini fridge decision whenever I get all that done. My ADHD brain’s always got a million “tabs open”, with various project plans in mind. Whether and when they’re actually completed, though, is always a mystery.
We celebrated Oliver’s fifth birthday. It’s hard to believe he’s already five years old! We got him a doggie “cake”, from PetCo. Although he has no clue why his humans are singing and lavishing delicious treat offerings on him, it gets him excited 😆
Well, now that I’ve written about my latest craft supplies and basement plans, I’m itching to go work on them. I think I’ll head downstairs. See if I can’t manage to make progress on any of these ideas I’ve got rolling around in my head.
I’ve been pretty busy, but in the best ways. Saturday, I helped Mj clean and organize her room. Adam grilled us some spicy chicken, for supper, and it was freakin delicious! Later, we played card games. Sunday afternoon, we got out our cornhole boards, and played that all afternoon.
Yesterday, it was dreary and rainy, outside. I had errands to run, and then Mj text asking me to pick her up from school. She said she had a headache. So, I picked her up, and she filled me in on the tough day she’d had. My sweet little girl has had a crush on a boy in her class. She’d gotten the nerve up to speak to him, and had asked for one of his social media accounts info. He declined to share it with her, but did so in the worst way. Her poor heart was broken, on top of the humiliation of being rejected like that. MY mama bear heart almost cannot even handle this sort of stuff! Why are “tweens” and early teens like this?! I took her out for coffee, and we talked. I told her about a conversation I’d just had with her daddy, days earlier. We’d been talking about millennial women dating guys much younger, and I’d said to Adam, I could never! Hell, I wouldn’t even date you, if you were 20 again! I suppose this could be interpreted as a clear signal that I’m “getting old”, haha! I got my Mj laughing and smiling, anyhow. It makes me really happy to know my girls can come and talk to me about anything, even when it makes me consider potential jail time, to defend them. I’m joking. Mostly.
It’s almost time for me to drive over to pick up my kid from practice, already. Then, Adam will be ready for our shower. I’ll pack lunches for my family to bring tomorrow to work and for school, and then it’s bedtime.
I keep telling myself I’m going to start writing here in the mornings, again. Then, I get busy and forget to do it, until evening arrives. I did upload a few recipe videos, recently. I’ll get them shared here. It was absolutely gorgeous outside, today. Tomorrow’s supposed to be raining, again. I’m planning to bake some yummy stuff.
This is somethin’ you better get through your head
That I’m givin’ you up
Just like I did them Marlboro Lights
And I’m givin’ you up
The same way I did the whiskey on ice
And it’s all so tough
You turned me into a [woman] I don’t even recognize
I’m givin’ you up
The same way you did me out in the moonlight
~Dylan Wolfe
Grief is such a fickle emotion. I can testify, with way too much experience, losing someone you dearly loved and cared for, is in many ways, even more painful than saying goodbye to those who’ve actually passed away. What do you do with all the photographs? What about the hoodie I borrowed? I can’t wear it, anymore. And then, randomly, there’s the things all around the house, you sort of forgot had memories attached to them. Cleaning out a drawer, reorganizing your closet, opening the storage bins filled with holiday decorations…BAM, a flood of emotions slam into you like a fuckin’ tsunami.
This past Fall, I was helping my Mj organize and redecorate her bedroom. I noticed photos she’d tossed into the trash bag. They’d captured moments frozen in time, of her with Jackie. I asked her, was she sure she wanted to throw them away? She told me, I don’t want ‘em, and shrugged. She showed me the one photo she’d kept, where she’d cut Jackie out from it. She said she loved that one, and the other people in it. I can’t explain what exactly it was, that compelled me, but I couldn’t help but pull all those photos out from the trash. They’re stored in a box, alongside more photos, cards, and letters I haven’t been able to bring myself to get rid of. I don’t want to look at them, or to read the words written to me that feel completely insincere, in the bright light of today.
I don’t share details. Not because I’m ashamed, or afraid. In part, it’s because it’s incredibly painful. When I use words like betrayal, it fits. Betrayed is an exact description. The larger part of the why I choose not to disclose, is simply because I’m better than that. I mean, what would be the point? I’m not interested in argument or excuses. There is, and could never be any justification, whatsoever. As brutally open and sincere as I’ve always been, in my writing here, I don’t owe an explanation to anyone. After all, this is my story. I share my perspectives on my own life. With all I’ve seen, heard, done, and learned, the feelings I’ve grappled with are absolutely valid. I don’t say this to sound cold or uncaring, but I truly have no interest in whatever might or might not be happening in the lives of those I’ve said my goodbyes to. I don’t wish ill on virtually anyone at all. Where and how they are is just none of my concern, anymore. I didn’t get to this place overnight, by any means! It takes so much time and tears to find healing. I remember when I realized I’d gotten there, with my mom. Now, I believe I’m finally arriving there, with Jackie. The enormous storm cloud that followed me everywhere I went, for a significant portion of my days, has dissipated. I don’t think there ever comes a time when there won’t be occasional sprinkles and raindrops, but they’re manageable. I no longer get soaked in the downpours that I used to. I’m not weak, exhausted, and scared anymore. That feels like the best kind of okay there can be!
I woke up feeling a lot better, this morning. I went to sleep with earaches, a headache, sore throat, and my nose running. Today, all that remains is the scratchy sounds my voice still makes. Even that’s not as bad, though.
I made some peach cobbler. Well, to be fair, it’s more like a knockoff of peach cobbler. It’s good, anyhow!
It’s already past time for Adam and I to get in the shower, so I guess it’s as good a time as any to end this rambling post. We’re supposed to have some sunshine and warmer temps on the way. It’s been gloomy and cold, the last few days, and I’m anxious for some vitamin C and warm weather, again!
This really isn’t meant to be a contradiction to my recent post, I’m Still Me. When I said I found myself, and she’s still the me I used to be, I meant it! This song’s sentiment is more of a statement on who I am now, compared to one or two very long, difficult years ago. I’m unbelievably grateful to be in a much much better place.
I’ve been rediscovering my voice. I can hear it in the words I’ve written, here, over the last several weeks. There’s a noticeable shift in my tone and overall mindset. I wonder if that’s apparent, to y’all?
Last week, I was starting to feel like maybe my allergies were getting the better of me. The past couple days, though, I’m wondering if it’s a virus I’m fighting. My girls and I did get our flu shots. I suppose it’s possible I could have mild symptoms, from influenza or something? Or, just a cold. Or, it actually may be bad allergies. Whatever it is, I’ve had the tightening in my throat, that often signals impending days of sounding hoarse as heck, if I’m able to squeak any vocal sounds out, at all. I can’t remember the last time I made it a whole year, without losing my voice at least once!
I’m pretty tired, and low energy, this evening. Which, I absolutely hate. I did record my chili recipe, for anyone interested. It’s a super secret recipe, passed down through generations of my family. Just kidding. I think?
Well, I think I’d better hop in the shower, and get ready for bed early, tonight. Hopefully, some rest will fend off whatever’s attacking my immune system.
There ain’t nothin’ like a Tennessee mountain top Some straight shootin’ neighbors that don’t name-drop With a preacher man prayin’ for peace but still packin’ a gun (you better ask somebody) Singing karaoke in a double wide with smoke so thick it’ll burn your eyes Oh-oh, my sweet Lord, I’ll warn ya Fall in love with an angel, you’ll end up in California
~Kid Rock
I made two versions of the video I’m going to share, here. One for my blog, and one for our family. We were singing this song, but with “you’ll end up in California, or Texas”, haha! My sister and her husband are so happy, building their lives in Texas. We miss them like crazy, but it truly makes my heart happy, seeing her flourishing in their new home. My sister’s seriously grown more in the last few years than most of us do in a decade, or more! She’s a great wife, an exceptional mama, and a beautiful woman, inside and out. Her twenties were a stark contrast to my own. I became a mama, before I was even out of my teens. She was a little wild, sometimes reckless, and mostly unconcerned with any ideas of becoming a wife or a mother, the way I’d always known I wanted to be. She met her husband back when they both were still children, themselves. Then, they grew up and lost touch. Until, he was stationed with the 101st Airborne Division, just across state lines, in Kentucky. The very first night Adam and I spent in our new house, she’d gone to a bar to watch the Super Bowl. Her childhood friend, and future husband, also went to that bar. She became unexpectedly pregnant, soon after that encounter, and the rest is history! They’re a fantastic couple. He’s good to my sister, and also an awesome daddy and provider. It’s been a lot of fun, watching her transform into her new self. She’ll always be her. She’s just a much calmer, settled, content, healthy, and genuinely happy version of herself, now. We swap recipes, clothes, and parenting advice. I sometimes wish we’d been able to have babies closer in age, so they could grow up together. My kids adore Pj! She’ll just grow up with very protective, but cool, older cousins.
It was hard to say “goodbye”, yesterday. I don’t actually say goodbye to people I love. Instead, it’s always, See ya! Hopefully, this “see ya later” won’t be nearly as long as the last one was. I needed the random conversations in my kitchen, the giggles, and the hugs from my sister and my niece! We went out for coffee, no less than half a dozen times, over the week she spent here. Mj and I got to bring her to another little independent coffee shop. They’ve got fish that look just like Dory and Nemo, from the kids’ movie Finding Nemo. I was excited to show them to Pj. We most often took her to our favorite spot, though. Dutch Bros. That’s my girls and my usual choice, for coffee drinks. We also went to a place near our dad’s, where they have a really cute play area for little kids. Pj had a blast! She even made a friend or two, there.
We all went out to a Mexican restaurant, on their last night here. My dad, his fiancé, her daughter (who’s only a year older than my Mj is), Adam, Mj, my sister, Pj, and of course myself, were all there. My big girls are just sooo busy these days, they couldn’t be there. We did all FaceTime, though, one evening. There was a group of older folks seated at a table near us. Towards the end of the evening, it was only them and us, left there. Apparently, they were celebrating a birthday. They sang Happy Birthday. One was adorned with a sombrero, courtesy of the waiter. They began to sing along with music playing overhead, and danced. The waiter joined in. We clapped, and cheered. It was pure shenanigans. That last night ended with a lot of tear filled eyes, as my sister and niece hugged our dad and them goodbye. The next morning, Adam, Mj, and I drove my sister and Pj to the airport. Not before one last trip over to Dutch Bros, of course. At the airport, more tearful hugs were exchanged, and then we watched and waved as they walked toward their gate.
I suppose I should address the cliffhanger I left my last post on…
To be honest, there’s not a whole lot to tell. I actually chickened out, the night I first planned to talk to Adam about it. It probably sounds silly, but he was just so sweet, that night! I couldn’t bring myself to pull that metaphorical trigger. I’d asked him, earlier in the evening, if I could show him my latest blog post? He’d gotten home fairly early, but was still working on some things he could do from home. He’d told me, “Of course! Just as soon as I’m finished with this.” Finally, when he came to me, he said, “Okay sweet girl, let me see it.” I looked up at him, and asked him to give me a minute. He replied, “I’ll give you two.” (Meaning, take your time. Whenever you’re ready.) Later, as we stood at our bathroom sinks, brushing our teeth, he reminded me he still hadn’t gotten to see my blog post. I sort of brushed it off with a shrug, and told him we’d just do that tomorrow. It wasn’t until our nightly shower together, that he again brought up the blog post he’d yet to set his eyes upon. Only then, had he begun to suspect there might be something I needed to share with him inside my writing, and that it may be something to spank my butt for. His suspicions became abundantly clear, after we got out of the shower, when he sat himself on the side of our bathtub, and waited for me to reveal whatever it was to him. That damn bathtub edge is a familiar spot he’s chosen to pull me across his lap. Besides his choice of places to sit and wait, his face wore obvious determination, that I was not getting out of sharing whatever it was he needed to know. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew there was something.
I rubbed lotion on my arms and legs, combed my hair, and applied the various products my curly hair requires, as I finally shared that blog post. I hadn’t divulged any details concerning what it was that I would come clean about. Only that there was something I needed to. So naturally, after he finished reading, I knew it was time to start talking, when his eyes shifted up to look into my own. His expression was now a more stern, serious one, but not angry. More anxiously curious. He listened without a single interruption, as I explained. It truly wasn’t anything intentional, or even one where fault should be laid at my feet. It was something I likely could’ve avoided, had I known to investigate, but not exactly a foreseeable consequence of the actions we’d both been aware of. The real “crime” was in my decision to withhold information, regardless of my reasons for doing so. And I did have some sympathetic reasons. Which is why Adam chose to approach this in such an understanding way. His words were kind, his voice gentle. As predicted, he spoke on the issue of neglecting to discuss things much sooner, no matter how big or small. We don’t keep secrets. We don’t tell lies. Those are two very serious rules, between us. I’m well aware of them, and expect him to abide by them as much as he does me. When that little lecture was done, he sighed and said, “You know I love you…but you also know what’s gotta happen. Right?” My heart raced, knees buckled, as I began to plead with him. He picked me up. It’s embarrassingly easy for him to manipulate my body into any which way he desires, in these situations. I’m incapable of resisting against his strong arms, in any meaningful way. When he’d maneuvered me across his lap, as he began to pull my pajama pants down to expose my bare behind, I repeated “Nooo! Pleeeease!” Then he simply patted me on my ass, and pulled me into his arms. I buried my face into his chest, and told him “Thank you”. Adam lifted my chin, so my eyes met his. In a soft, but very serious tone, he promised me he would not be letting me off the hook, next time. I lowered my head, to rest it on his shoulder. He ended by asking if I understood? I nodded. He once again lifted my eyes toward his, as he said for the second time, “Do you understand?” I knew the words he expected from me, so I said them. Yes sir.
Today’s been yet another super fun filled, but busy one! I got up early, and got Mj off to school. My sister and Pj were up early with us. We got ready, and then headed over to our dad’s. He made us a gigantic breakfast. We had biscuits, hashbrown potatoes, bacon, sausage, eggs, and some chocolate chip pancakes, (Pj’s special request).
When we finished eating, we played in the living room, with Pj, and chatted. My dad brought out an old photo album, from when he was just a teenager. He showed us all the motorcycles and muscle cars he used to have. Plus a whole bunch of his old girlfriends, nearly always wearing bikinis. 😆
My sister and niece will be staying with our dad, for a couple days. I’m planning to go back over there, tomorrow morning. Our dad’s gonna make us another yummy breakfast, and then we’re all going to go check out a new coffee shop, near his place. There’s a kids play area there, so Pj could play while we drink our coffees.
I headed home, this afternoon, and stopped off at the grocery store for a few things. I made a chicken casserole recipe, for supper. I’ll include the video I recorded, while I cooked it, this evening.
There’s something I’ve avoided mentioning to Adam, the last several days. There’s a better than not chance I’ll be in trouble, over it. What I’m most sure of, is the “you need to tell me these things, before days have already passed” lecture that’ll follow my admission. It’s literally been more than a year and a half, since I’ve had this anxiousness over a conversation that could end with an aching backside! Admittedly, there’ve been a small handful of things that likely would’ve, between then and now, but neither Adam or I were in a great place. We spent such a long time just doing our best to survive, mistakes and white lies just seemed wholly unimportant, in the grand scheme of things. Only the last few months, has life truly begun to feel normal. New and different normal, but nonetheless, the baseline has become mostly tolerable. Good, actually. Life is mostly good, again. It’s this fact, that assures the odds of escaping accountability aren’t likely to be high. I certainly do not wish to find trouble! However, it’s situations like this one now, that really prove we’ve found our way through the worst of things. At least, for now. That’s pretty frickin’ awesome. Even though it means my husband’s gonna hold me to those expectations that he’d let slide for a long while.
I fully intend to come clean with this thing I’ve neglected to talk to him about, tonight. So, I guess we’ll find out?
If I just breathe Let it fill the space between I’ll know everything is alright Breathe, every little piece of me You’ll see, everything is alright If I just breathe Breathe
~Michelle Branch
I’ve been soo busy, hanging out with my sister and my niece! Today, it was sunny and warm, so we played with Pj, outside. This afternoon, I drove Mj and her friend over to a local bookstore, and they hung out there. School was out, for President’s Day. My sister and I made our third trip over to my favorite coffee shop. I swear, there’s absolutely zero silence, when my sister and I get together. We fill every space with conversation and laughter! Her and Pj went to bed, so I’ve got a few quiet moments, before I go shower with Adam.
We had a fun Sunday Funday, over at my Dad’s place. My sister and I are planning to drive over to our Dad’s again, tomorrow morning. He’s going to make us a big breakfast, and we’ll just get to spend more time together. My sister and niece are here, until Saturday. We FaceTime often, but gosh I’ve so missed her and Pj! I just love having them here! They’re doing great, in Texas, though. My sister’s husband recently graduated the police academy, so he’s a full fledged cop, now. He couldn’t make the trip, this time. Adam and I are planning to go visit them, sometime in the next year, after they buy their own house.
Pj and Oliver have become best friends!
I really don’t have much else to report, right now. It’s just been a whole lot of fun, right now!
Adam’s getting on me about getting my butt in the shower, with him, so I’m going to end my ramblings.
I’ll drop another video here, that I made last week. My sister specifically requested I make her some ice-cream bread, so I recorded it, on Friday. Goodnight y’all!
Same boots by the door, same old street, Same sunrise pulling me outta sleep. I don’t talk about it like I used to do, But I still feel everything too. I learned how to sit in the quiet alone, Let the nights pass without my phone. Yeah, I bent, but I didn’t break, Still standing here, still got faith. I ain’t perfect, I ain’t brand new, Just a little more honest, a little less bruised. I’m still me, just a little more calm, Still got a heart, still feel it when it’s gone. I don’t love any less, I just love more slow, I don’t chase what I already know. I’ve been hurt, yeah, I’ve been changed, But I didn’t lose myself in the pain. I’m still me, if you’re wondering… I’m still me. I don’t need closure to sleep at night, Don’t need answers to know I’m alright. I let some things fall where they may, Learned not everything’s mine to save. I still believe in love that lasts, Still believe in roots, not just the past. If I give my heart, it’s still real, Just a little more careful with how I feel. I ain’t colder, I just grew
~Rhett Rivers
Call me superstitious. I suppose I am? Everyday, I’ve been wanting to write. I’ve thought of all the ways I might express what’s been whispering so frequently within me. It isn’t that I necessarily noticed, while I’ve been inside the moments. It’s only after, when the quiet comes. My mind replays these simple, yet oh so satisfying, bits and pieces of my day. I realize, I really am still me. The me I relegated to my past. The me my heart has ached for, grieved over, believing she was gone. She’s not, though. In fact, she never left me. I couldn’t entertain the notion that I might somehow manage to hold onto who I was, before. I’d been so convinced she could no longer exist, without those who helped to create her. I shied away from opportunities to shine, again. I hid from everyone, including myself. It was as if I woke up one day, and forgot to pick up the grief, hurt, guilt, shame, and regrets I’d carried everywhere I went, for such a long time. There was no plan, or intention. As I sat alone, pondering over what brought about those first glimpses of this person I remembered, I realized I’d left my mask behind. Slowly, and then suddenly, I gave up on hiding myself away. I said fuck it. And ya know, I feel good. Great, even. I question the idea of celebrating my liberation, though. Will I regret admitting this, now? Is it stupid to be announcing to the world, here I am, come and get me? I’m not sure of the answers to those questions. Well, maybe I am. Maybe, I simply don’t give a shit anymore, about the opinions of anyone who feels somehow threatened by my mere existence. Angry or annoyed, because I just won’t give in, and give up. Well, fuck ‘em, I say! Because, I actually like me, and so do plenty of other people! They appreciate my silly, my sour, my sweet. They looked for me. They asked about me. They couldn’t find me. There’s only one person who could, and all along, that person was myself.
It isn’t easy to explain, but I really and truly, sincerely, am finding joy. I’m bringing it everywhere I go, these days. It’s spreading, too. My husband, my babies, my family and friends, they feel it. I’m downright goofy. I stayed up until the wee hours of morning, making ridiculous TikTok videos with my girls. We laughed til we cried. I don’t even have to choose, or force, or fake, happiness. It’s just, there. Today. I picked my sister, and my little niece, up from the airport. We spent the day talking, giggling, telling stories. I played with my niece. I read her a bedtime story, and got lots of sweet hugs and kisses, from her. Tomorrow, we’re all going to my dad’s house. It’s going to be another beautifully amazing day, filled with the joy that comes naturally, when you’re surrounded by light, love, and laughter.
Adam’s been working, a lot, lately. He’s got a new side hustle he’s been building, alongside one of his friends, and it’s growing. While that’s fantastic, I’m well acquainted with the demands of creating something profitable, and my incredibly goal oriented, driven husband gives so much of his time and energy, when he’s working to build up things he believes in. He leaves the house before sunrise, at least 6 days a week, these days. Then, he finally arrives back home, well after sunset. Some nights, after bedtime even. As tempting as it is, to persuade him to slow down, to take a break, all that accomplishes is arguments. So, I’m doing my best to be supportive. I know what motivates him, and that’s always his desire to provide for his family. I rub his shoulders, keep his supper warm, and leave my body ready and willing for him! He’s staying home with us, tomorrow, so he can spend the day enjoying time with everyone too. I know he’s sleeping, now. I can always hear the way his breathing changes, when he collapses on the couch, and drifts into the rest he so clearly needs. I should sleep, too. I only slept for a couple hours, last night, and it’s almost midnight. Time to bring my exhausted husband to bed, so we’re both ready for tomorrow’s shenanigans.
I also made a few videos, recently. Just some things I’ve been doing, in my kitchen. I’m going to leave one of them, here. I’ll do my best to share the others, and to keep writing, sharing, and spreading more of the pure unfiltered goodness I’ve been so overwhelmed by.
A couple weeks ago, on my way home from an appointment in Nashville, I was feeling a little blue. I tried to fight it, to push those feelings down. As if on cue, this song played. I’ve had it in my playlists for at least a couple years, but it was the most perfect lyrics for my mood!
A few days after that, I’d had an appointment with my eye doctor. I had finally lost my last pair of eyeglasses, and I really hate driving at night without them. Since at least a year ago, I’ve been swearing my eyesight has gotten noticeably better, and I wasn’t wrong! My astigmatism still prevents me from seeing well, at night, but during the daytime, I’m perfectly fine. My prescription was pretty mild before, but now it’s barely a prescription for anything more than my astigmatism. My eye doctor kept insisting it’s incredibly rare for an adult’s eyesight to improve. Somehow, mine has gotten markedly better, though!
Then, about a week ago, I began to hear about this crazy winter storm heading our way. They were calling for us to get up to 20 inches of SNOW!!! I’d never seen that much snow in my life! As it turned out, I still have yet to see anywhere near that amount of snow accumulation. Nope, instead we wound up with about 4 inches of snow, with another 3 inches of sleet and ice layered on top of it. Adam had gotten a giant generator, capable of running our heat, most of our outlets and light switches. He got it plugged into the outlet meant for it, down in our garage, just in case. I really hoped we wouldn’t have to use it, though. I’d gotten plenty of groceries, made sure my car had a full gas tank, and ran any errands needed, before we’d be homebound for several days.
We woke up, on Saturday morning, to some light snowflakes beginning to fall.
An hour later, the snow began to accumulate.
That evening, we started seeing the shift to more ice being predicted to accumulate from freezing rain. Sunday morning, we looked out our windows to find some seriously weighed down trees and power lines.
I’m not sure how we got so lucky, but we never did lose power! My dad lost power from around 5am Sunday morning, through just yesterday afternoon.
We ventured out, just yesterday, for the first time since before this storm arrived.
School’s canceled through this whole week, and Adam hasn’t been to work, either. He’s planning to go in for awhile, tomorrow. I’m going a little stir crazy, being stuck here at home, but this is the first time my new car’s seen winter weather, and I’m not convinced she’ll care much for it! Things have been melting, during the daytime, and then refreezing overnight. Our roads are still pretty messy.
I tried a new recipe, from TikTok. They used Ramen noodles, which I substituted with cooked macaroni noodles. I drained the noodles, and poured them into a casserole dish. Then, I mixed in a can of tomato soup, and 2 cans of chili (without beans). I baked it in the oven, at 350 degrees, for about half an hour. I topped it with shredded cheddar cheese, popped it back in the oven for about 5 minutes, and it was ready. My family gobbled it up! Mj says it reminds her of canned ravioli, and Adam asked me to add that to my cookbook, so I can make it for supper again.
Being trapped within the confines of my home has resulted in lots of baking, yummy meals, and a very organized and clean house, at least!
Sister cries out from her baby bed Brother runs in, feathers on his head Mama’s in her room learnin’ how to sew Daddy’s drinkin’ beer, listenin’ to the radio
Now, sisters usin’ rouge and clear complexion soap Brother’s wearin’ beads, and he smokes a lot of dope Mama is depressed, barely makes a sound Daddy’s got a girlfriend in another town
The south moves north, the north moves south A star is born, a star burns out The only thing that stays the same is Everything changes, everything changes
Time marches on Time marches on, Yeah, time marches on…
~Tracy Lawrence
And yet again, another year has come and gone. The clock struck midnight, fireworks boomed, Adam and I kissed. It’s 2026.
I made chili, and set out a tray, filled with cookies and candy, the kids and I made. We played board games, with friends.
Everyone has gone home, and I’m tired!
I think I’m actually looking forward to this new year. It’s just incredible, how much change comes with the passage of so relatively little time. Sometimes, it’s gradual, and we hardly even notice it. Others, not so much. Some change is deliberate, some is accidental, and some change is thrust upon us. We don’t have to like it, God knows I’m no great fan of it, but eventually what’s new grows to become normal. We’re all so wired for resilience. It’s amazing what we can get accustomed to, with just a little time. With some patience, we persevere. I’ve accepted the place I’m at, now. With quiet anticipation, I welcome the new year. In spite of my apprehension, in those long, difficult steps to get here, I’ve arrived at what feels like a place I can be okay in. Scratch that. A place I will be okay in. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll love it here. One thing I understand all too well, wherever I’m at, whether it resembles a nightmare or a pleasant daydream, I won’t be there for all that long. So, take comfort in that knowledge, when life gets hard. And, cherish the moments that bring joy. Both are fleeting, because time really does “march on”, regardless.
Happy New Year, y’all. I’m going to bed! Maybe I’ll get lucky?
Chronicles in Submission 