Another week of bitterly cold weather, but not quite as much snow. If we were having coffee together, this afternoon, you could get to the steps and come in through the front door. My order of black tea arrived just as I had come to the end of the last bag of my supply. Two pounds should last for many months. This evening, I am having Toddy coffee, made with milk. It is nearly time to go to bed, now.

If we were visiting together, this evening, I would admit to being tired. I keep falling to sleep, sitting here in my chair. The Scampers are lying next to each other on the floor at my feet.

They have been very good company, this week. They even danced with me several times, which is great fun. Thadd dances on his hind feet, putting his front paws in my hands, sometimes. I always wanted to dance, growing up. I found out from my mother during her last months that after my first year of lessons, the teacher refused to enroll me for the next year. I improvised…made up steps, sometimes, instead of following instructions. I didn’t find out until I had graduated from college and was on my own, that I was not awkward, after all, but a good dancer. I envied my younger sister, five years younger than I, who was allowed to continue with dance lessons. I love to dance, and wish that it was something that my husband enjoys, but he does not. Just as well, now, as my fragrance sensitivities have continued to get worse over the decades. I am happy, though, to put on music and dance to it, even alone or with the Scampers joining and singing along with the music.

I would show you more of the “abstract” photo art I’ve been playing with, this week. Playing with colors and textures, still. And I have been both writing poetry and looking through older pieces. To this blog, I have added a page holding a poem that I wrote in, I think, 2015, which many people enjoyed. It is one that I did not delete when I trimmed my poetry blog: “Dear Belovèd”. I also wrote, finally, a senryu for this week’s haiku challenge, which is on my poetry blog; the prompt for the week was “Do and Say”.

I rescheduled my appointment with the hairdresser, canceled because of last week’s storms, and my hair is now comfortably short, again. I got off an order for more hypoallergenic lounge pants, the first ones that I bought, the beginning of 2017, now fraying at the hems and wearing thin from laundering. And I finally sent in my renewal for the Academy of American Poets organization.

My blood sugar is become erratic, because of the cold-weather confinement and lack of proper exercise. Since I do better with shorter exercise periods—and I know that I should be getting up and walking around more frequently—I am considering setting my telephone to ring an alarm every hour to hour and a quarter, to remind me to get onto the elliptical machine for five minutes or so…and also to drink some water.

Last week, Endgames by L.E. Modesitt, Jr. was released. I have read it twice, so far. Also, again, beginning a second reading of Yeshiva Girl by Rachel Mankowitz. Looking forward to Anne Bishop’s Wild Country in the first week of March.

I hope that you have had an enjoyable week, weather and all. Today has been neither too cold nor too windy, and no new snow is falling from the sky. I hope that the next snowfall is gentle and cosmetic.

Best wishes for your weekend and the coming week. Thanks for stopping by!

Hugs & much love,
Lizl

P.S. Thank you to Eclectic Alli for hosting the Weekend Coffee Share. You can find her blog and the Linky HERE.