The Fire, Books, Chairs...and Soup

Above is pretty much what my day has consisted of.

Okay, a lot more than that, but those are just the first things that come to mind. Snow, too. How could that be forgotten?

So here's what I'm thinking about right now:

1.) The fact that I'm writing a blog. (Okay, that was extremely unnecessary, but it's true. And it's kinda cool too really. Okay stop.)

2.) Snow is such a wonderful thing. I've also got to give a shout-out to Weather, and Clouds, and Temperature...Roads too, because if it weren't for these things I wouldn't have a snow day. And if it weren't for a snow day I wouldn't be doing this now.

3.) Well actually I might. Because now school would be over... Man, I enjoy snow days more when it's still during normal school time. More fun that way...anyway.

4.) I absolutely love our wood-burning stove. I can look up from my computer screen and see a blazing hot, dancing fire across the room from me, which just happens to be keeping me warm. And I'm in no danger of getting burned. I'll admit, I do even enjoy getting wood for it and making the fire. It gives me a satisfied feeling, to know that I'm doing all those things to keep myself and my family well.

5.) I made soup for my mom today. She's sick, and wanted something soothing. It consisted of broth, some vegetables, and a few noodles - wasn't particularly flavorful, but achieved its purpose. It felt good making something for her, so she could feel better.

6.) Why do people need to use profanity? It's so...dull. Yes, maybe it makes whatever you're trying to say seem more...intense, but we should be using intelligent words to do that, not bad ones! Besides, who's to say that those words are really bad...how is that determined? Society. Meanings, sort of...but "crap" isn't necessarily considered to be a bad word. At least by most of the people I know.

The snow is blowing peacefully off the tree branches outside. I can hear the shovel scraping on the cement outside as my dad clears off the driveway. The fire crackles every now and then, and the keyboard clicks away as my fingers work busily. The solid plastic under my fingers feels comforting somehow - personal. This computer is my own little world, no one else's. This chair is my own world, this room, this house. Those trees outside. Others may experience it, but not the same way I do. Mine is my own world.

And with that, I think I'll do some writing. Make some progress...not that I haven't already. But snow days are days to make progress for progress's sake, not for necessity's.