{"id":29409,"date":"2017-02-05T20:43:48","date_gmt":"2017-02-06T04:43:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/?p=29409"},"modified":"2017-02-05T20:43:48","modified_gmt":"2017-02-06T04:43:48","slug":"a-quiet-little-moment-of-peace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2017\/02\/05\/a-quiet-little-moment-of-peace\/","title":{"rendered":"A quiet little moment of peace"},"content":{"rendered":"

I haven’t been looking forward to this week.<\/p>\n

Midweek I’m scheduled to go to The Big City (the real one; not the nearby Walmart-bearing berg I laughingly call the big city) for a consultation with a surgeon, a specialist at a formidable teaching hospital. I dread both the doctor encounter and the drive, which is three times longer than any I’ve taken in Old Blue. And Blue is … old. And kind of creaky.<\/p>\n

Heck, while I’m at it, I might as well dread freeways, traffic jams, and ridiculously expensive Big City parking — all of which I worked hard to leave behind me long ago.<\/p>\n

To unwind from the med-city stresses, I’ve set this up as a two-day trip with an overnight stay in a small artsy town and another session in a float tank<\/a> for the following day. Even that (which I’m looking forward to) has me a tad nervous. On a wild-n-crazy whim I scheduled two floats back-to-back. Up to 3.5 hours in the tank — and that’s a rather long, scary time for a tank n00b, even though I expect it’s also just what I’ll need to wind down from the day at the doc’s.<\/p>\n

So I’m not exactly relaxed as I start into this week.<\/p>\n

Just to put the icky, unhealthy maraschino cherry on top of the medical cake, one of my molars suddenly decided to go all sensitive on me last week. And I don’t yet know if this is “sensitive” as in “don’t worry; antibiotics will take care of it,” sensitive as in “oh crap, I’m going to be stuck with a persnickity tooth for the rest of my life,” or sensitive as in $1,500 in dental work ahead. (So far so good on the antibiotics, but not quite conclusive yet.)<\/p>\n

Oh yeah, and after a period of pleasant-ish weather, we’re back in “unsettled.” Been watching the ever-shifting forecast for the big travel day and at one point the prediction just said “ice pellets.” What the hell kind of weather forecast is that? Not snow, not rain, not freezing rain, not sleet. Ice pellets. Whatever else they may be they don’t sound fun to drive in. Or on. But currently the weatherperson’s back to promising normal hellacious quantities of rain. I can live with that.<\/p>\n

Naturally it’s supposed to be nearly 60 degrees and sunny next week<\/em>. <\/p>\n

Neither my prima donna molar nor those mysterious ice pellets from the sky have improved my attitude toward the upcoming week. But it being a waste of time to fret about it all, today I tried to get a fair bit of work done. And I did and that felt good. Then this afternoon I sat down in the front entry alcove, which has a big window and a comfy bentwood rocker. I settled in with a cup of sweet tea on the table next to me and a large dog uneasily but gamely on my lap. And it began to snow. A beautiful soft snow with giant flakes that soon began sticking to the grass and heaping up on the fence and the evergreen branches across my narrow road. <\/p>\n

And peace settled into the valley as Ava and I watched the snowfall from our place of comfort and satisfaction.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I haven’t been looking forward to this week. Midweek I’m scheduled to go to The Big City (the real one; not the nearby Walmart-bearing berg I laughingly call the big city) for a consultation with a surgeon, a specialist at a formidable teaching hospital. I dread both the doctor encounter and the drive, which is three times longer than any I’ve taken in Old Blue. And Blue is … old. And kind of creaky. Heck, while I’m at it, I might as well dread freeways, traffic jams, and ridiculously expensive Big City parking — all of which I worked hard…<\/p>\n

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