Yesterday was the day for taking down the Christmas tree and a few more decorations in the house. Not much fun really, especially from a wheelchair. My job was to remove all the ornaments and wrap them up, a process which took nearly three hours (just double the time it would take you). But we persevered and got it done.
Now we head toward spring, though I haven't tasted fresh air for some time. No church, no coffee, don't even know about physio this week. But seed catalogues have arrived and plant nursery websites are being perused, so Mrs. F.G. says she is getting excited about the garden this year. Maybe there is a light at the end of winter's tunnel.
Weatherwise there is a certain sameness to the days, a lot of sameness in fact. Grey clouds, rare patches of blue sky but no real sunshine. Snow falls, temperature goes up to +1 during the afternoon and then back down to -1 overnight. An unending cycle of winter days. Occasionally I see people snowshoeing or walking their dog out back.
We're in lockdown here, not supposed to leave the house anyway, though my caregivers report that the toboggan hills are crowded and maskless. People still travel and then say it's ok because it was 'essential' to them. I may lose one of them this week because schools are closed for another week and parents have to stay home to help their children be online. What if you have two kids and one computer and both of them are supposed to be logged in to their classrooms!?
Here's a post-Christmas selfie for you showing off one of my Christmas gifts. Not a very good smile, but the best I could do while holding my phone with one hand far enough away and pressing the button with the other. Enjoy the New Year!