Around lunchtime, it started to snow. No big deal, it was forecasted, and it was beautiful. Good times. By the time I came back from lunch and started a new project, the snow was already sticking to the ground and talk was beginning of heading for home.
Mikel sent me home around 1:45.
Guess what time I arrived there.
That’s right, about an hour ago – 8:00pm. It took SIX HOURS to go from midtown to Norcross. By the time I hit Holcomb Bridge, the traffic stopped. Literally. People were parking in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot and walking. I’ve never in my life seen such a mess.
This city, however much I love it, frustrates me sometimes. The way people forget how to drive in the rain or the snow. The way people invent traffic lanes when it suits them to.
But then, there’s the way a woman makes sandwiches and fills water bottles to hand out to weary travelers. There’s the way three kind gentlemen spend their evening standing by a roadway, waiting for someone to get stuck on a sheet of ice and gathering behind them to push them up the hill. There’s online communities gathering together to help those still stuck on the roads.
Weather like this brings out the crazies. But it also brings out the kindness. We’re all human, and it’s our job to help each other out. It’s hard to remember that, sometimes, but it’s important.
We are Southerners, after all.
I love productive weekends. Don’t you?
Maybe not. Perhaps you’re the type of person who prefers relaxed, quiet Saturdays with brunch-and-mimosa Sundays. Nothing wrong with that. I, too, appreciate a good mimosa. I wish I could have one right now, in fact.
But this weekend was destined to be something different. On Saturday, I made a wreath for my front door. I found my dog a new bed, a new collar, and signed him up for obedience classes.
After…excuse the blurry, it was cold and I had no shoes on.
Today (Sunday) will include laundry, a visit to the farmers market, cleaning – and then the fun stuff. To keep in line with my 10 books a month goal, I’ve gathered the first 10 books and stacked them in a central location. After I clean up and get ready for the week, Sunday will consist of reading. Lots and lots of reading.
January books to read.
It’s only halfway through January and I’m already feeling better. This is a good sign, eh?
It’s only the 11th, and already things are looking up.
- On Thursday, I met the latest little person to join the Trickel family. Little Jace Alexander was born Thursday afternoon and has been my first encounter with a newborn. I never believed in love at first sight, but from the first moment I held this little person I fell in love with him. I think I understand what people go on and on about when referencing babies. And then I ran into loud, bratty children at Barnes & Noble today, and I forgot that feeling. Nevermind…this little boy is precious.
- Guess who lives at my house now? That’s right, it’s Walden! I’m already feeling happier. From now on, life will include morning walks, evening walks, and training sessions. Not to mention dog park visits. I think there’s really something to the studies that say animals boost your emotional state.
- Plans are in the works for a townhouse, a new car, and something resembling a real writing career. Won’t share now, but hopefully there will be something to report soon.
Things are good.
This morning, for the first time in my life, the wind chill was in the negatives. Within minutes of being outside, my extremities were numb. There was an annoying and painful tingling on the tops of my ears.
I am not prepared for this! We’re in Georgia. It’s supposed to be so warm that I complain, all the time. That’s how life has always been. What is this polar problem? I used to think I’d like to live up north one day…New York City, Chicago, Boston.
No. Not any more. I can’t do this every winter. Never again. I enjoy a nice cold weather snap sometimes, but this is excessive.
And now I’ve jinxed us. Sorry, Atlantans. We will never have cold weather or snow again.
Maybe that’s a good thing.
…and I don’t feel any different.
Just kidding. I feel a bit different.
It’s funny how quickly things change, how fast things happen, and how your world can change so dramatically in the span of such a short time. 2013 began with large plans, excitement, promises that this year would be the BEST year ever. 7 months in, the bottom dropped out, and here I am, bringing in another new year alone for the first time in many moons.
However, let’s not dwell on the past. 2013 was not a good year. It was hard, painful, distressing, and about a thousand other sad adjectives that no one wants to read about.
I’ve made a decision.
I’m not going to dwell on the past anymore. I’m looking ahead, focusing on the future and forgetting (or, at least not thinking) about what’s behind me. I have an entire year stretched out before me, open and available for anything I can cook up. It’s all me, now. Whatever I want to do, I can do it. 2014 will be the year of discovery, organization, adventure, and healing. It will be the year of preparation.
Resolutions? Oh yeah, lots of them. I’m getting a dog. I’m getting a new tattoo. I’m buying myself a fancy KitchenAid mixer. I’m going to Chicago or Austin (or both). I’m losing all this damn weight that has appeared over the past 3 years (literally and metaphorically). I’m finally writing something worthwhile that will enable me to (one day soon) be a real, professional writer. It’s gonna happen.
By the end of 2014, I will be different. In all the best ways.
Happy New Year, friends.