Bored

I hate that word. It is usually not in my lifestyle or vocabulary.

BUT.

Today I think I would rather be in Haines Alaska where it is 35 degrees out, instead of the 1 or 2 here. I’ve been to Haines and I loved it because it was August and we were still wearing warm jackets, if needed.

And I’m tired of freezing! And worrying about slipping on the ice. And NOT WANTING TO STAY HOME!

Ok, I’m a baby.

How are you doing?

I’m tired of checking the fire every two or three hours, adding wood. My husband also adds wood, and we have plenty, but.

BUT!

I’m grateful. God gave me parents, siblings, friends, cousins, and a husband who … doesn’t seem to tire of cutting down wood, especially since so many people nearby have so many downed trees and we cut and pick it up. Free. Just a bit of exercise and work. I tell people we have wood that goes around our house but that’s an exaggeration. I need to be GRATEFUL.

And I am!

I’m just tired of being chilly and bored and ungrateful.

I want to go out and go for a walk, or go to a Lions Club meeting (so I don’t have to make supper), or run to town for some yeast so I could at least bake some bread on these wintry days.

I was born in Florida. Maybe we should move back there … but husband always remembers how COLD he was in north Florida when we visited Mom and Dad (before we got married) and he overnighted in the travel trailer they had … and he was sOOOOO cold. Yes it was that cold. My phone tells me that it is 26 degrees there right now, and by Sunday they will have a sunny 19 degrees, instead. Shall we move? Nahhhh.

So here is my bored and boring gratefulness for all that we have and the love we have and share with each other, friends, family, and bored people.

Have a great day anyway.

Thank you, God.