Yipee, No Snow Today
It does happen that the body doesn’t know where it would be the happiest. The area between the shoulders is tight and it travels up into the neck. It surely couldn’t be that the scooping, the pushing and the shoveling of snow could have something to do with it this last month! Assured . . . I have been taking my time, taking stock of how I have been doing all of the above. No reckless abandonment has taken place.
The most comfortable spot to sit right now in the evenings is not my favorite nighttime chair. The most comfortable is one of our dining room table chairs which is nothing more than an office chair with arm rests and rollers. Quite sure that the soft chair allows my shoulders to rest on the arms of the chair, thus lifting the shoulders up a bit and letting something less than good to happen in conjunction with all the exercise of the resent past. Armed with my heating pad to put across the top part of my back and then switching off to the jell ice packs seems to give some relief. I also have exercises to do for the shoulders which happens often regardless of where I am in the house. No lights in the sewing studio today was also on the agenda to allow for some rejuvenation of the ole body.
It was a no snow moving day. Top priority was getting the cats started with a chance to go out on the east patio so they could check out smells. I know there is the scent of the deer. There have been no stray cat paws around for some time but all surfaces must be sniffed at. I have bare areas for them to roll and get their fur ruffled. I thought only horses did that. After cleaning the litter box from the night and putting on the cat’s favorite television show, I sat in Dennis’ rocking chair for a bit waiting for the cats to quit prancing from paw to paw and come inside. Yup, their patties are tender. I have not touched the thermostat since Dennis left. It is by no means shirt sleeve temps in the porch, but with the sub-zero outside, the heat in the inside feels good. The lowest the furnace can be set at is 45 degrees. I do know that Dennis prefers it warmer when he is home and God bless him, he can have it as warm as he wants. His porch, his domain. By the way, he wouldn’t be happy in the house right now either, as I have it set at 65 degrees. I like having a chance to wear my warmer flannel shirts in the house. Things will get back to the norm when Dennis returns to Stauffer Avenue.