Sometimes there are events in your life that you wish had never happened. Often the anniversary of these events can blow you away. Sometimes you can keep that from happening.
The blizzard conditions of this weekend have merged milestones.
The 6th was my 3rd Sparkversary (as mentioned a few blogs back). Although I was anticipating it, things kind of just happened to keep me from focusing on that. I step forward with a renewed sense of urgency to make this happen in this coming year - losing weight, gaining better health, increased flexibility, strength, endurance.
Then Saturday, while the blizzard had descended with loads of snow, there was another anniversary - February 9, 2009 was the day I had fallen on the ice, the event that was cataclysmic in effecting my bodily health and strength and ability. What I ventured to do was this - I went outside. I climbed down our stairs after my husband cleared the snow. I took pictures, lots of pictures, and walked carefully. I even took my little kid shovel and carefully took little shovelfuls of the dry top snow and threw it on the pile to help my dh. I was careful because I do have weight limits as to how much I can lift. I also helped clean off about half of the snow off of the front window of the van, and a little off the roof. There was not a lot I could really do. I brought him hot coffee, and water when he asked. and gave him moral support as he did most of it. I also encouraged him to hire someone to come and plow our driveway as our snowblower does not work (needs repair).
Thus, I forgot my milestone: the one where I fell on the ice and got hurt. I went out and tackled my fear of walking on the slippery white stuff. Yesterday I walked out into the driveway (plowed), and walked across the street and chatted with our neighbor. I went out our back door and pushed the snow off the steps and laid down some salt. I couldn't shovel a walk to the drive from there, but at least it is a cleared exit, and if I had to, I would climb over that snow pile. Victory. I did not let the snow and ice win. It has been four years, and I have since been physically repaired, though it won't be the same. My pain is mostly less. I can walk. I can drive. I went out in the snow and took pictures of its beauty and did not let a fear of it get the better of me.
Nemo meets Charlotte
Since Pictures speak louder than words
My back yard when the snow started to fall on Friday 2-8-13
The view out my front door towards our drive when the snow started. You can even see my hubby's footprints on the walk to our van.
Friday night about 9 p.m.
our van beginning to blend in with nature
Saturday - the anniversary of the great fall of 2009 - the aftermath of Blizzard Nemo meets Charlotte 2-9-2013
That is our van, and our street. Somewhere, out there.
Clean. White. Pristine. Snowed in.
The view of my street from my front door. What street?
Let the dig begin - my dear husband starts the process. Luckily, we only have three steps down to the sidewalk.
The yardstick measures 20" on our sidewalk. There was lots of drifting with the blizzard, and it was reported our community received 24-25" officially.
Ron almost reaches the van
me venturing out to the van to help clear the windows.
My Hero - Ron won the battle of the sidewalk!
The driveway clear, the pile of snow in front of the house is taller than my 59 inches.
Just how deep it is! Over 1/3 my height of snow. Ron happy with his work.
This car will not see the light of day til spring.
Our lighted deer early in the blizzard
Same deer Friday night
No idea there are deer here
And the beautiful moments of snow, snow, and more snow
The view from my upstairs studio of our backyard. You can see our pond, and my birdhouse garden and our patio. Can't you?
view of our neighbor's fence in the snow
The soup I made to keep us warm and nourished - chicken/beef broth, leftover chicken, broccoli, onions, celery, carrots, and mushrooms, and seasonings. Mmmmm.
The communion bread I made since we couldn't get to church services yesterday
me venturing out into the snowy street to conquer my fears of falling
My shadow walking up our street, it could go where I could not.
Saturday, as my husband dug our walkway, this robin was sheltering in a bush at the side of our house. Since they say seeing a robin means spring is on its way, I am quite hopeful. It inspired me to write a poem.
you can read it here...