an inch an hour

There's nothing like a good blizzard to activate humility. There's a cardinal at this feeder right now, he knows there's sunflower seeds under there and he's at my mercy to do the uncovering. At least I can control something here. I forgot to do this little chore for the feathered ones when I shoveled a path to the wood shed. 

I went out in the whirling winter weather dirvish before 8:00 am this morning to have breakfast with my sisters. I was sure there would be very few people there, but the place was hoppin. There was a little girl all dressed up in her sunday best, having breakfast with her mom. She had intended to go to the Grand Rapids Ballet's performance of the Nutcracker with her class and it had been canceled. When I came home, I was unable to get up my drive until I had shoveled a two track. 

My first client of the day called in today to cancel her appointment. She did her best to get here, but got stuck on her street. That she was willing to give it her best and got out into the insanity of "an inch an hour"  for her session, was a surprise. I took it as a sign that I needed to post my first blog about life being the master of surprise. It is yet to be determined if the rest of my scheduled clients make it in today. 

I talked to my daughter earlier. She and her husband have been living in Southern California, and have recently moved to Milwaukee. They are "buried" as she put it. No longer to be bored by predictable weather, she is thrilled to be living with the moody midwest. 

Better go out there and uncover the seeds for the birds. And I think my 2:30 may be here.