It’s been a snowy Friday day as well. I’ve actually not left the house today at all. It was glorious. It was snowing when I went to bed last night and it was snowing when I got up and it was snowing every time I looked out the window today. I reasoned that that was a good enough excuse to linger under the covers and lollygag for a bit. This might be my last Friday to stay at home and do nothing. I’ve signed up to do temp work so I never know where that will take me. I enjoyed the warmth and comfort of my bed until mother nature forced me out into the chilly tile floor. I gave thanks for this state of affairs.
Once I’d made my way down to the kitchen I turned on the fireplace and decided to finish up a painting I’d started. I actually do have oodles of chores and obligations to complete but why do today what you can do tomorrow? You might still figure out a way to get out of it. That’s not my usual modus operandi but consistency and predictability get boring. I gave thanks for having these options.
I don’t even know if it was cold today but it sure looked cold so I decided to warm myself up by soaking in a long hot sudsy bath, complete with candles and a cool beverage. Again I gave thanks for these blessed circumstances. As I was relaxing and sorting out my issues (aka talking out loud to God and explaining things to him, in case He didn’t already know) the live stream of Billy Grahams funeral came on my iPad which was sitting in the middle of the bathroom floor. So I watched that for two hours. (More on that later). I gave thanks for this mighty man of God.
Mike and I decided we would not go to a movie tonite since he’d had enough snow and cold just getting home for work. I made breakfast for dinner. I threw together a bunch of ingredients that resulted in a hash type of omelette. I think I’ll call it Snowy Friday Breakfast-for-Dinner Hash. It was perfect. We topped it with ketchup. Shhh. Ketchup IS the icing on the cake of eggs and hash browns. Can you blame us? I didn’t think the ketchup police would be out on such an evening. They were probably digging their vehicles out of a snow bank. I gave thanks for God’s provision.
Mike was thoroughly engaged in hockey and curling so I made my way down stairs to my studio to make decorations for an upcoming event and watched Billy Grahams funeral again. At about midnight I turned off the fireplace, shut off all the lights, made sure the doors were locked, took a picture of the backyard because it looked beautiful and proceeded to sit on my daughters bed and write this while she was in the shower. The scent of candles and fruity body wash filling the air as she showered in her adjoining powder room. I gave thanks that both of my adult children were sleeping under my roof tonite.
And that’s a snowy, cold day in the life of an unemployed, aspiring artist and writer, who loves the Lord and her family like Billy Graham did. Who loves to paint and write and cook and create and pray out loud when no one is home. And I gave thanks for all these blessings and more as I crawled into bed and snuggled up to my snoring warm husband. I really DO have it all.
The Red Plaid Apron 