Monday, February 22, 2021

The boys are back in school after vacation. Wes went in today but may be home tomorrow because of a busted furnace in his classroom. Charlie was remote today but tomorrow, the bus will be picking him up and bringing him to the actual school. He’s keeping an open mind but is a little wary of going back. He was in person school in the fall and that experience was not a great one for him. Lunch alone, classrooms alone. Such a hard time for these kids.

I’m getting back into a routine after traveling to New Hampshire and the kids on school break. I went off to work in the shop this morning moving things around and prepping for the farm’s Easter event. It’s always good for me to do work that involves some physical movement. It gets me out of my head and into my body. It’s easy for me to get stuck in my mind and forget I have a body.

I officially started twelve weeks of the Artist’s Way. I’ve already had a few random memories pop up that I had forgotten about. Crazy.

I went out walking today in the rain/snow. I never regret going out to walk. But I really never regret going out to walk in the rain or snow or wind. It’s whole new level of sensory experience. (Remember how I said I forget I have a body? This helps me remember too.)

The trail I walk has this portion where you have to walk a narrow path on the side of a hill. Below the path is the brook. When there is packed snow on the ground, it creates a very slippery situation. It would be one thing if you fell and ended up in the snow. But with this spot, if you fall, you will most definitely end up in the brook. It was a whole thing for me to get through that spot today- hanging onto branches, talking to myself, almost crawling. If someone came upon me in the moment, they would’ve seen something really special.

When I came out of the trail, I got a treat – 4 mallard ducks in the brook. I tried to get closer but they heard the scrunching snow and flew away. I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen ducks like that around here. That shade of green on the male is always spectacular to see.

Ultimate Chicken for dinner. It’s a recipe for chicken with Bisquick. Charlie suggested waffles to go with it, so that’s what we did. He made the waffles, I made the Ultimate Chicken. When we were eating, I asked if everyone if they thought the chicken was truly “ultimate.” They did.

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