Again, quite a while since writing something. There have been some unspeakable things happening in the last few weeks. Combined with winter, weather, dark, it’s sometimes hard to get out of bed in the morning. Facing a parking space filled with ice because I didn’t get outside quickly enough after it snowed and sleeted and being angry at myself.

It helps when I get to be useful, such as giving a ride to a friend, joining someone to go to a concert, finding a dish that absolutely has to be cooked by me. Staying away from news a little more than I had been. Finding someone (a polite college student) who could shovel and break up the ice that took over my parking place.

I “made” myself go to church the last few weekends and got rewarded with words I needed to hear when I needed to hear them.

It seems like we’re nearer the end of the worst of the madness. The end of the beginning to paraphrase Winston Churchill. Then again, I feel like we’ve been here before. People who keep track of what a lot of other people think are saying maybe….

It’s getting light in the morning before my alarm goes off. That’s encouraging. I know now not to wait too long to act when it snows so I have more options and a readier supply of helpers. I try to do something towards dealing with the disorganized parts of my life every day. I try not to wait to do something annoying before it gets more out of hand.

Spring and summer will be here before I know it, and I will be complaining about the hot weather. It’s just my way.

Enjoy the light, wait when I can, act when I have to. Find actions that are needed to be done. Sometimes the weight of life is because there is too much responsibility. Sometimes it is because there is too little of the right action.