First of December

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Today, the first of December, I woke to fresh, deep snow. Ice crystals coated the windows, deposited there by the swirling, cold wind. There were drifts in front of every door. The little dog, who until today had not displayed his distaste for snow, refused to go outside. I finally put on boots and stomped out a path. All of the dogs agreed with my decision to take an abbreviated walk this morning.

I cleared most of the snow from the car windows, and drove slowly to town on roads that were not yet plowed. My work day started with shoveling off the walkway and steps leading to the front door of the hardware. Beyond that, it was a pretty slow day. There was enough business to justify my being there, and a few people desperately relieved to find the business open on this blustery day.

Home again, I immediately set off down the road for a walk with the dogs, before any of us had time to think about it. The wind whipped icy flakes at us as we trudged through the deep snow. Blackie Chan was now fully displaying the winter attitude my daughter had warned me about. He shook off each paw after every step, and shivered melodramatically. I’m going to have to get that boy a sweater!

When we got back to the house, I traded my boots and coat for warm slippers and a big sweatshirt. Enough of the outside on this cold day! Each dog got a good rub-down with a fluffy towel. Then, a treat. Next, I made my own lunch. Because today is the first of December, and because I had given up pasta for the entire long month of November, I indulged in a bowl of spinach-ricotta ravioli. Delicious!

I pulled back the curtains that cover the opening to the stairway, so that heat can get upstairs. I plan to work up there in my studio over the next two days. Downstairs, I moved dog beds and chairs, and primed another section of the floor. Painting the floor has topped my to-do list for months now. It’s not finished yet, but the end is in sight! I called a girlfriend for a chat; I wrote a couple letters. All in all, it’s been a pretty good day!

About cindyricksgers

I am an artist. I live on an island in northern Lake Michigan, USA. I have two grown daughters, four strong, smart and handsome grandsons and one beautiful, intelligent and charming granddaughter. I live with two spoiled dogs. I love walking in the woods around my home, reading, writing and playing in my studio.

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