I hate it when things don’t work out they way I’ve planned them… because it takes a lot for me to actively plan something.
Plans are nothing without the planning, I get that. And this time I planned, but not enough.
I’m a reluctant planner, pressed into service thanks to motherhood. My planning ways are not native to me; I started hating surprises in earnest when the kids were small, so I started trying to direct things a little better. That isn’t to say that I/we are particularly good at it, a decade later. I still sometimes favor the bad choice because the alternative – planning – is boring. I’m REALLY bad at the long-term stuff, but that’s another story.
In any event, Plan B is in development. Sorry to be vague. It’s totally nothing big in life’s grand scheme.
OK. I need to get caught up on some photos here.
Photo a day #18: Something I Bought
[It was my supervisor's birthday.]
Photo a day #19: Something Sweet
[This sits in a drawer at work and was a birthday gift from the aforementioned supervisor. One good turn deserves another.]
Photo a day #20: Someone I Love
[Jim picking up the check at Black Dog.]
Photo a day #21: Reflection
[Taken in the ladies' room at the Extension office in Bloomington, IL before giving a presentation.]
Photo a day #22: Shoes
[Frye boots have been the best pal of my feet for the last 5 years.]
My friend Amy said today, on Facebook (and I’m OK reporting this type of interaction because we actually had lunch together today, face-to-face, and talked about so so many things), that even the cats are depressed by the weather. I laughed because it’s true. It was warm, then it was really cold, then we had some sleet, then a little snow, and it was still cold, and now it’s quite a bit warmer but we had this weird fog today and I just heard that we might get a thunderstorm and that there are tornado watches to the south of us. We all keep talking about the weather, and how this isn’t really winter, and isn’t it weird, so weird… but honestly? This is the new new normal, which is to say that the meteorologists have no idea.
Maybe this really is the worst winter ever … because one can’t plan around it.
