I’m waiting for the PROOF of my paperback novel, Whit’s End, to make sure it all looks good. I can’t wait to share it. For now, I’ll tell you a little about my winter experience from over the weekend.
The header picture on this blog is the zoomed-in view from my front window on Sunday. Even the empty space looks white because that is heavy snow dropping from the skies. Many of my photos actually look as if they were taken in black-and-white, but it’s in color! It snowed all day, and my husband was trying to get back from …. none other than …. Florida. I don’t think he wanted to come home.
Needless to say, flights were delayed for some time, but he finally made it safe and sound late into the evening.
I was on my own for most of last week … well … Max and I were on our own. We did okay, my pup and I, and the two of us frolicked in the first snow of the year. If neighbors would’ve come outside, they’d have heard me giggling and talking to a dog like I was playing with a little child.
I wish I could show you videos of how funny he was in the snow.
A forecast of 1 to 3 inches turned into 7 inches.
After 25 years away, this is my second year back and experiencing winter in the frozen tundra of the great white north. While it’s much more drudgery to live here bundling up, all the extra laundry, wiping the dog dry from the outdoors, I’d still rather be here than in the south.
I’ve been told I’m crazy. But, we’re all individuals, aren’t we? Or, are we one-size-fits-all?
Now that we have our own home (after renting for a year), I am overjoyed to be having family at my house this Christmas. I can’t remember ever having this holiday at my house with more than my husband, pets and me. Well, when I first moved to Florida, my mom, grandma and grandpa came on one Christmas, but that was 25 years ago.
Max is ready and waiting for the gang to show up. Oh sure, I talk about family dysfunction in my writing, and it will definitely show up on our holiday together. But, it would never be the same without it. Besides, it gives me writing material.
If you haven’t been here before, you can read my short story memoir anthology about turning family dysfunction into inspiration and humor in Home Avenue.
Or, you can check out much more complicated family drama in my contemporary women’s fiction novel, Whit’s End. This will be available in print in a few weeks. I hope to have a goodreads giveaway for this novel soon.