|This girl? Yeah, she doesn't live here anymore...|
|This would be a more accurate portrayal.|
Just when we thought that nothing else could go wrong, the serviceman cleaning our furnace informed us that there was a leak in our hot water tank and that it would need to be replaced. Leaks seem to be the theme of this week. Needless to say that the girl from last week is gone. As a matter of fact, she looks a bit more like this-
|You have no idea how often I am mistaken for Mr. Murray!|
So maybe I don't look quite like Bill Murray just yet, but I certainly entertained thoughts of taking a nice warm bubble bath with our toaster. Its actually pretty fitting that this picture is from the movie, Groundhog Day because with each of these storms coming one after another, it does feel a bit like we are trapped in some cruel loop, reliving one snowstorm over and over. Of course our reality is infinitely less cool, because we aren't hanging out with Bill Murray.
I haven't had the time to be active aside from shoveling and roof raking. This is where this blog saved some of my sanity. You see, I need to be finding things to do outdoors so that I can blog about them for my class. It was the responsibility of doing this that made me drop my shovel and walk down to the bay near my home. It was bitterly cold out, but I could see a fiery pink in the sky and I knew that the sunset would be gorgeous. I grabbed my camera and made the snowy trek towards the bay.
I was expecting to see a lovely sunset, as that was my other motivation for walking in the frigid temperatures, but what I wasn't expecting was to truly appreciate just how beautiful it was outside. I had been outside for an average of 3 hours every day this week, but I was so angry about the cold, the snow, (and lets not get me started about the plow man that kept plowing in my mailbox and driveway), that I never really took the time to appreciate just how stunning it is outside.
|This is the sky over the icy bay.|
|The walk back from the bay.|
I guess I will save the toaster for toast, and the family and I can stop playing "If We End Up Like the Donner Party Who Do We Eat First". Spoiler alert, it would be the teenager. She has lived a longer life then our other kids and she has no survival skills anyway.