My last blog post left off at my Florida/Georgia adventures, but that was before finding out that my flight back home was cancelled. I called and got an earlier flight but when I showed up at the airport Sunday morning the earlier flight had been cancelled also. I didn't feel bad about that--I was a feeling a little resentful that the airlines was taking away my last day with Angela. I then found out that flights from every connecting city to the twin cities was cancelled. Minnesota was in for a snowstorm that was potentially dropping 2 feet of snow. I texted a few people that said at that early time, that the snow wasn't even starting yet, only about an hour later saying "it's snowing now--really HARD!". My new flight out was Tuesday morning, so not only did I get my Sunday back, I got a bonus Monday too!
Getting stuck in Georgia in 78 degree weather couldn't have happened during a better winter. This winter has been one of the snowiest (is that a word?) in Minnesota history. You can't see around a corner if your turning because of the mounds of snow. The large pile of snow in my yard cleared from my driveway will probably melt by June. Assuming it stops snowing sometime soon. These are the rough days of winter. I'm sure the snowmobilers are having a ball, but cabin fever sets in about February and you pray for at least a spell of relatively warm weather (40s or 50s) to at least give a glimpse of warmer days coming ahead. We had that right before I left and while I was gone, only to have the slap of yet another snowstorm come right after.
When I got home from my trip, my dog Cassi was so excited to see me. She was beside herself and then began to follow me everywhere. I drew the line at the bathroom door; she would look at me longingly, like there was some meaningful moment that she was needing to take part in in the bathroom. I would say "really Cassi?", her head would go down like she understood that bathroom time is generally alone time and then plop down outside the door awaiting my exciting return. The novelty of my return home has worn off now and we've gone back to a familiar relationship playing the outside/inside game. It's a game she can play all weekend long unless at some time I go outside and do something where she can follow me around out there. She also likes to play "bark at the ginormous flag the neighbors have"; that's a game that my son Ryan's dog Rylie taught her (no Rylie is not too bright). Although without wind blowing the flag, that game just isn't that fun for long.
I was surprised that once I got home and everybody left, I settled back into my house by myself (and the animals of course) and felt so content and happy to be back in my own space all by myself. Not that I like to spend lots of time by myself, but I'm comfortable in my own skin and my own place to just feel contentment. If I want to hang out with people, I have people but I don't need it to feel happy. That was a revelation of sorts.
So, I'm back home now. It's snowing on and off again but I think that blast of warm weather will help me get through the rest of winter. Not that I won't get sick of it like most other Minnesotans and long for days sitting on the deck in the sunshine, but I'll make it. Maybe I'll dress up in my Carharts and sit on the deck. :)
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