random thoughts – Day 1,852 – (Saturday) – snow and wonder

On Thursday, my Saturday schedule was cleared. It originally hosted a hair salon appointment at 11:00, rescheduled from March when I was on a doctor’s mandated driving restriction due to the broken wrist. I really needed to go in March, as my hair was choosing to do some creative and crazy things, but by this week, it had really settled in and we were getting along great.

More often than not, I keep the appointment due to commitments elsewhere on the calendar, and the hair that was perfectly behaved for a few glorious days gets trimmed and requires getting used to all over again, especially the bangs. Not this week. I pushed the appointment out to May, due to several April Saturdays with dance-related commitments. By then it will likely be a mop and I'll be desperate to have it trimmed.

Saturday morning
coating.

When I got up at the Saturday morning luxurious sleep-in late time of 7:30, I looked out the window to see that it was snowing. The ground, tree branches, and rooftops were lightly coated. The green shoot in the flower beds and the red buds on the tree out back were coated. It was pretty to look at, but still annoying. The calendar says spring, and I wonder if we will ever actually move into that season. It sure would be swell, please and thank you.

The morning was spent in an online writing workshop. It seems that after you finally stumble upon one free online workshop, others pop up in the social media feed like weeds. The free ones usually offer a couple great tips and then slide into a marketing pitch about a paid course or retreat. I figure if I get one great tip or insight out of a webinar it’s worth my time, and so far, both recent webinars have delivered. Today’s subtle sales message mentioned writing retreats in Canada and Italy. If I win the lottery, my life will be a series of dance and writing workshops all over the world. For now, it’s free webinars in my home office.

The snow didn’t linger long and I didn’t even have to go out to rearrange any of it. I stayed inside, where several loads of laundry were accomplished. The wrist has been weird, so folding underwear (usually the primary reason for doing laundry) and changing the sheets included lots of twinges and pangs and one yelp. It’s weird to me that my wrist has hurt more in the past three or four days than eight weeks ago when I broke it. I wonder what the heck that is all about.