Weather what?

It started out as a wordless Wednesday walk post, but time even ran away from me on a wordless post. Then I thought ah, Thursday doors, but again, it didn’t make it to the top of the list. So then I thought a Friday finish with doors being a metaphor for something? How about if the doors tied into my reading and I did a #what’sonyourbookshelf? Or do I just throw up my hands and say “what a week” and give it up and hit delete?

Saskatchewan Crescent East, so many beautiful details

Saskatchewan Crescent East, such detailed workmanship

They are such pretty doors that I hate not to use the photos. It was a beautiful after work walk along the river bank. Tuesday, it stormed like crazy and visibility was almost nil. It was not a nice day at all but typical of March in Saskatchewan. I think it made Wednesday seem ever nicer with fresh white snow, a warm temperature (-7), and brilliant blue skies.

This week was kind of like the weather, I guess, so maybe that is my metaphor. The open and closed doors one just didn’t seem to work. Stormy, unpredictable, and then cold but clear (-24 as I write this which is definitely colder than normal) but with mountains of snow to be moved before the melt starts. Ah yes, I think I can work and write with that.

Bear with me while I set the stage. A busy weekend with the grandkids ice carnival on Saturday evening and Sunday afternoon. But…the baby shower for wee Cruikshank was also Sunday afternoon. So I skipped the saturday soccer game, and we had “girls” night watching the cutest little skaters. Then grampa did the duty of driving and watching on Sunday so we could host the event. It went very well, and Lexi, Spencer, and the baby received many wonderful gifts. So that was the calm before the storm, as in sunshine, blue skies, and just a light breeze.

But… (it always starts with a but doesn’t it) it ended on a slightly frantic note as we rushed out the door similar to a whirlwind. Our son in law had broken his tibia and fibula at work (which is 10 hours and one province away) and was slated to have an ORIF (open reduction internal fixation for the non medical people) that evening. So a quick trip to her home for some essentials and the dogs and then to our house. Minus dogs plus kids to the airport to wave goodbye to Momma as she flew out.

Which meant 2 grandkids, 4 dogs, 1 Nan working 3 shifts in a row, and 1 Grampa trying to work. It was a blast from the past in some ways, just that we are a LOT older now. It sort of felt like an endless snowstorm. An actual crazy storm (that I referred to above), a little boy with a fever, dogs that kept running away, and an insanely busy 2 days at work (it’s usually easy peasy). There were also chores to do after skating on Monday as she hadn’t planned on being away, and the hens and horses needed attention. Then add in driving in the actual storm for the better part of 75 kms, and you have one exhausted me.

But wait…. I had previously agreed to help our son and daughter in law paint in the basement. So off we went right after supper and 3 hours later returned home with coat one on 4 doors. Then Thursday I went back in and finished the doors and painted the trim that The Engineer (wearing his carpenter hat) had created the previous evening.

As referenced above, I had a lovely walk in the city (while waiting for my hair cut) and then home to calmness. Mom and Dad, 2 kids and 2 dogs were settled in at home (after their neighbour ploughed them in).

Ah, time to relax and get back to that baby quilt. But wait… my daughter is now way behind on the dual birthday party preparations for Saturday. I offer because that’s what mom’s do, and it’s not like the guy on crutches can do much. He’s still trying to get the swelling to come down after 2 flights, 3 airports (the biggest one without a wheelchair), and is basically out of commission. So Friday is a whirlwind of cakes and party favours and all sorts of stuff. Meanwhile, the other half continues with digging us out.

Hm… I have lost track of the metaphor. Still in the eye of the storm at this moment, but it will pass and soon it will be abothwr week. Westhwr wise it’s March, and the shorter but still long-term outcome is that spring will arrive soon. That long view is hard to hold onto when it comes to weather, but when you have a fracture, one lives in increments and takes the stage you are at before you can move on. When you are on the highway in the middle of a blizzard with limited visibility, you focus hard on what you can see. And perhaps that is also what we need to do in life. Really focus on where we are and practice mindfulness and gratitude. Like the weather

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Definitely not as cohesive as I wanted, but I am going to hit publish. Before I go to bed and start the next week!